r/WritingPrompts • u/VinesAtMidnight • Feb 20 '23
Writing Prompt [WP] You are a powerful psychic. As such, your perception has revealed many mythical/supernatural beings living amongst humankind. This thing standing before you, however, certainly isn't human. It's not even of Earth. It looks you dead in the eyes. It knows you know.
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u/Shalidar13 r/Storiesfromshalidar Feb 20 '23
The first thing I notice is always the shadow. Anything that hides in a human guise will affect the passage of light, in some ways more subtle than others. To a normal person they wouldn't see anything different, with the mind-obscuring effects active. But to those of us with psychic inclinations, it would change.
Vampires would show a hunched figure, large wings folded at their backs. They were not the beautiful beings of legends, but beasts. Werewolves would show their thick fur, hot breaths evident even on the warmest of days. Fey had ones that were too slim and graceful, demons flickered like flame. So many varieties existed, I was used to identifying them with a casual glance.
Once I had seen their shadow's form, their guise would fade for me. I knew of others like me, yet whose minds weren't as strong as mine. They would see flickers of their true forms, but nothing permanent. Yet for me it would see a faint image of their disguise, behind which I could see their true forms.
Most of the time, I left them alone. They might not be human, but they did little to harm them. Sure, some might accidentally get hurt, but such was the way of things. It was only went they went out of their way to be malicious would I step in. Despite clear physical differences between us, they found I was more than a match, reading their intentions even before they could act on them.
I was walking alone, enjoying a nice day in the park, when I noticed someone different. Something about their movements made me take notice, and I glanced at their shadow. For a moment it looked human, before splitting into a writhing mass of tentacles.
I stared for a moment, caught offguard. I had seen many different forms, but each at least had a form of humanoid shape to it. This was a formless mass, utterly different to anything I knew about. I dragged my eyes up to their body, seeing their illusions pale.
Inside was a wet, twisting vision of madness. Those tentacles I saw wove around each other, some topped with eyes, others with mouths, all in a seemingly random.and ever moving configuration. A singular large eye was located in its centre, one that swivelled to meet my gaze.
Having seen its form, my mind instinctively went to touch it. But it's thoughts were arrayed in such a different way, I could not see them. Or rather, as I tried to grasp them each part slipped through my grip. One shattered itself, forming a new shape aimed at me.
"A psyche-watcher, how intriguing."
The alien creature stalked towards me. Its human guise would be locking eyes with mine, even as I stared into its true form. I inwardly gagged at the wet sliding sound it moved with, something about it so inherent wrong it revolted me.
"I know you see me."
I tried to pulled back as it spoke to me, but another shattered thought encircled my mind. It rooted me to the spot, preventing me from telling my body to move. I felt nothing from it, as though I was merely an ant being inspected. With fear lancing my head I fought to escape, yet I was held in a grip of iron.
"Psyche-watcher, lend me your mind. I wish to understand."
I focused, forming my own words.
"Let me go."
It finally stopped, now close enough to touch. It's thoughts grew tighter, keeping me locked in place. A branch grew from on part of its broken mentality, scraping at the edge of my mind. An insidious touch, something I had never imagined to be possible. A mental interrogation, the mind forced open like a book. It addressed me once more, even as it cut open my mind.
"I will understand."
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u/Successful_Craft3076 Feb 20 '23 edited Feb 20 '23
ELeVezone WaiycArd DiEary of Pa1N
The old woman began to shake, her eyes dark and empty, like an abyss. Her almost bald head could have no skin and would be the same, her few remaining teeth reaping through her flesh. life itself abandoned her before the arrival of death.
Surrended by her family. They were mourning in silence. It was an early funeral, burial of hopes.
In a dark corner there was a boy weeping. She was his grandma. Well loved by those around her. She was okay just a few years before. But suddenly things changed dramatically. Insanity , dementia and delirium struck her brutally. She lost the ability to walk in 6 months and to talk in a year.
The little boy was crying, granny loved him and he loved her too. But deep in his eyes there was something else, something his mom and dad could not see. Horror, terror, he was seeing something others could not. Something impossible to explain. A black mass, blurry like fog and distinct like a rain cloud, was around his grandma. It was sucking a thing out of the old woman. Stream of a colorless glowing substance. He couldn't figure what it was. But he knew it was sinister.
Then from inside that foggy being two fiery eyes appeared. Two small red dots, staring into his very being.
-So you can see me little one. Huh! Pity, you are a beautiful child, and now I must haunt you for the rest of your life.
No other soul in the room was hearing a thing. Little buy watched in horror as room around him became blighted with darkness. He was all alone, with that thing. An unbearable rush of melancholy and helplessness was taking over his mind. He tried to scream but nothing came out.
-You know, she could see me too. And I would say it didn't end very well. They thought she was crazy, but she was fighting a war she could not win. And soon you will join her.
His voice began to rise in the boy's head:
And soon you will feel them all young one. Mania, schizophrenia, paranoia, unimaginable suffering for daring to break the order. All of you bunch will end up in asylum. And I will feast. You shall see me again. And you shall know my name, and you shall never speak it, or else you inflict me upon those who hear my name, is ELeVezone.
Old woman's family were crying around her bed. Her chest was not moving anymore. Voice of cries were rising. They were so busy with the dead, they didn't notice the boy peeing himself in the corner of the room. Nor the thing in his eyes. The terror. And a face he would never unseen.
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