January 13th

 1


I slept that morning. I dreamt of a thing. It was as tall as a mountain, tentacles in place of a head, three legs. I dreamt of something else, bat wings spreading across the sky, slimy squirming masses making up the lower half of it’s head. My eyes popped open. I think I awoke screaming or maybe it was just the sound of the two things walking the earth in my dream.

The other man turned to me. “You saw them. The gods at war.”

I got up and walked the aisles again, grabbing food. Doing anything other than thinking about what I had seen in my dream from moments before.

“Grab some coffee. Two cups.”, The man said. “We may as well get cozy.”

I did as he asked.


2


Thunder. I think it was thunder. I looked out the window and saw the sky darken as if a cloud the size of Everest were passing over the store. Then the sky brightened again - but I could hear the thunder receding into the distance.

I turned to the man and asked, “What is glee?” 

He sat there, smile still on his face. He shook his head and just said, “You’ll never know.”


3


That afternoon I saw… it. I looked out the window and saw two eyes, each the size of a full moon but dark, slit down the middle like a snakes. They stared, half there half transparent, from the sky down at me. I screamed and fell to the ground, desperately grasping at my sanity.

I felt a hand on my back. The man knelt next to me and said, “Let it pass. The other god was casting his gaze, looking for it’s target.”

I glanced at him and felt calm. Was this what insanity felt like or was it sanity?

Standing up I walked to the window. That nightmare vision was gone. I knew it was still somewhere near. A smell pervaded the region… a smell of rot and deep sea perversion.

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