that room, not even caring that I wear not a stitch of clothing. I can smell a river out there somewhere. I want to go to it. Maybe go for a swim and relieve this burning in my leg and wake me from the tiredness that is settling in my bones. I just want to get to that river and nothing is going to stop me. I can hear the sound of humming, like bugs rubbing their wings vigorously. That sound is loud. That sound is becoming my whole world. I stand before a river. It isn’t wide but it looks deep and cold. The humming is becoming shrieking. I cover my ears with my hands as tight as I can, closing my eyes tight and clenching my teeth hard. That sound is still shrieking. Its coming from inside my head. There is a cold wind that chills me to my soul but does not touch the burning in my leg. I fall into the river holding my ears still. I don’t even try to swim. Something big tears into my being. It is hot and angry and it viciously tears my spirit from my body. It ravishes and suffocates me, or is that the river that has filled my lungs. I am dying and I think I am in hell because of the fire I feel. A monstrous thing that looks like a spider roars as it sinks its mandibles deep into my soul.
Getting back to my secret. Are you ready for it? I have tried my best to prepare you. Here it is, you are reading the stories of a dead man. That’s it. Not like stories written by people before they died. No. You are reading the story written after I died. I was released from my mortal form and I still exist. Infact, I exist because of your belief that only an alive person can write. You are what keeps me here. I have a body and it is made of words. I have content because of the meaning you invest in the words that are my body. A kind of vampirism.