The cop asks you to step out of the car as he’s doing a search. He opens up your trunk…to find something mortal eyes should not see, an eldritch abomination that tears mortal minds asunder. He gouges out his own eyes, screaming to the heavens, the very foundations of his reality turned to dust. The very knowledge of the existence of such a thing shatters minds.
You tried to tell him you only had things he shouldn’t know about. But the fool simply wouldn’t listen.
‘‘Plip plop plop’’ he says to you in desperation, but he’s already crossed the threshold through the doors of preception nothing on this side will ever make sense to him again, you pat him gently ‘‘I know… I know.’’
As he stands unresponsive you close your trunk and pull away. The tatters of his mind don’t even wonder if it was real or imagined. It matters not.
He seeks solice in drink and shortly thereafter narcotics, but no anesthetic suffices. Even unconsciousness provides no escape from the grip of that of which he should never have known.
The cop asks you to step out of the car as he’s doing a search. He opens up your trunk…to find something mortal eyes should not see, an eldritch abomination that tears mortal minds asunder. He gouges out his own eyes, screaming to the heavens, the very foundations of his reality turned to dust. The very knowledge of the existence of such a thing shatters minds.
You tried to tell him you only had things he shouldn’t know about. But the fool simply wouldn’t listen.
Wasn’t there an 80s movie called Repo Men about a car that took people’s souls?
Thought that one was about dudes repossessing people’s organs.
That’s Repo the Genetic Opera
Was a long time ago. I don’t really remember.
Sounds like it’s based on a book by Stephen King.
‘‘Plip plop plop’’ he says to you in desperation, but he’s already crossed the threshold through the doors of preception nothing on this side will ever make sense to him again, you pat him gently ‘‘I know… I know.’’
As he stands unresponsive you close your trunk and pull away. The tatters of his mind don’t even wonder if it was real or imagined. It matters not.
He seeks solice in drink and shortly thereafter narcotics, but no anesthetic suffices. Even unconsciousness provides no escape from the grip of that of which he should never have known.
Perhaps not even death will.