Motionless Blur: Death is a strange thing.

MOTIONLESS BLUR

A horror story by Vampire-Heights

He had been driven mad by his neighbors over the past four years, they had twin boys. Today it was quiet. Not a sound came from their house. The lack of noise had made him uneasy and now he would find the reasons. He walked quickly down the short sidewalk and turned into their lawn. His steps echoed off the stone path. The night was almost surreal, neither living nor dead. The door creaked as he pushed it open. Inside was a terrible scene, like a crime from a movie.

As his feet moved over the blood soaked floor he wondered. “What terrible deed had happened here?” He moved through the ruins of the living room. His mind wandered again. The sofa overturned, the television destroyed. He had been in the room before and he could barely see through the evil. The carpet was torn and the wallpaper ripped. It was a bad site.

Even through the disgust, he forced himself to look, he had to know.

He felt unsafe in the presence of death. He was a man of life and health, he had been through wars. He had seen so much. Now he was truly frightened. As he paced himself through the hallway, glancing into each room, he felt death itself closing in around him. He came to the final room. He felt colder now. As his feet slid across the floor, he turned toward the room. A face met him, lunging forward biting. He dodged aside and ran. Then the thing was on him. As if it flew, not making a sound until it landed on his back, crushing him to the floor. His mind and body slipped away.

- - - -

His mind flashed and he was back ten years before. The day he was mugged, he had been walking causally home from work, as he always did. The cars running past in a motionless blur of strange color and marvelous wonder. The image amazed him and he continued to look on. The world was like a painting as the colored cars overlapped the grey buildings. It was a master piece at work. He was so wrapped up in the new found beauty that him didn't notice the small man stalking up behind him. He felt sudden pressure to his spine as the barrel of a gun targeted his heart. A raspy voice called to him through the marvel of the road.

“Keep moving or you die,” the voice sounded desperate like a man trying to save his family. Even through his fear he kept moving. Like a car being turned off a cliff. He was led down an alley and behind a graffitied dumpster. The smell of socks and old tuna hung limp in the air. The world seemed to spin as he fell slowly to the pavement.

The mugger took everything he had and ran of into the day.

- - - -

He remembered suddenly where he was. A terrible thing above standing above him, only minutes had past during his memories. The creature standing over him held a devilish knife and now held his own. As he looked about for a way to escape the creature, he recognized it. It was his neighbor, Phil.

The mystery of the deaths and the sudden silence had been reviled, but the question now lay in how he was to talk his way out of this.

Then Phil dropped to the side panting. He dropped both knifes.

“Rob,” Phil said,” I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen.” His voice sounded sad, gloomy for the loss he himself caused. Maybe this is the way life should end. Starring face to face with your dearest love, is that the way to go. But over all life, like love, should not find an end. That it should continue to live and grow with each passing day. Like a golden age.

Maybe Phil didn't mean it. Whether drugs, drinking or another condition caused the terror remains unclear. But one thing will remain certain, life will continue. Continue to grow, to learn, and to destroy. Whether life brings about its own doom, only time can tell, only life can tell.

With each passing moment they sat there, thoughts grew.

- - - - -

They knew what was to happen. What only life can bring about, the mystery element that drives life. The thing only time and cruelty can cause.

Death. A wonder in its self. A marvel only to bring what could be joy. In its place despair, covering wonder. Covering hope for the future.

Death. A true marvel.