Waiting in the Hotel Room

The memories are far too much for a feeble man such as myself to bear, let alone entertain anymore. Every man has his limits because we are built with them. These limits do include the loss of one’s perception of reality over time. This terrible truth holds me in an uncomfortable vice as I sit at the edge of this bed in this hotel room. Surrounded by the familiar, inside a familiar setting, yet within these confides is the utmost unfamiliar. Horrors which plague the mind and disturb children as they forget the truths they learn at birth are creeping just outside of sight in this well lit room. I am not prepared for what is in this room. Nothing ever could prepare me for what awaits here.

Most atheists tend to say there is no god. The term I believe they wish to mean is an omnipotent being that created existence is an absurd model made by a society. I agree there could not have been something so demonstrably powerful to make existence. Yet now with the evils of knowledge that I was so cursed with unveiling, I do know man’s place in the universe, and it is smaller than the size of an atom, with less impact than a single grain of sand. I have seen what we would call angels, demons, and even so far as consider them gods. What knowledge is gained is a thousand times harder to lose. The hellish repercussions from such knowledge is to such a degree I cannot fathom.


These beings are from another time and space, with malicious neglect towards our race. As uncaring to our species as a whole that is unseen to us. We dream of their hellish features, tell tales of their nightmarish acts, only to rationalize the unspoken shudders we get. Primal reactions we keep at the core of our being that makes us afraid was caused by these horrors long ago. The worship of these divine beings will never save us. Nor will it bring the terrible truth I have seen to you. I’m writing this as I hear the creaking, and the whispers that try to insinuate my decline into insanity. My sanity is shaken, but I know the truth. These uncaring greater beings will soon be worse than neglectful, they will take our reality and leave us with nothing but a living nightmare.

It is here in this modest hotel room where I confess my truth, no one can stop it. The slithering and sloshing faintly heard within the shadows is an acknowledgment to my simple surrender. This .45 is my white flag. I need to hope that my finger will be faster than their intentions with me. I’m certain it is not. If memory serves correctly, the definition of hell awaits.