The Miningus

I had just woken up from a nap. I've been having one of the most trying weeks of my life at work. Budget cuts meant several employees were getting sacked. My boss basically told everyone who isn't in the top two rungs of the corporate ladder they needed a gimmick they could put into action by the end of the month. Winning ideas would guarantee a future with the company, the losers would be at the mercy of the chopping block. I scrambled out the idea of creating a loyalty program where customers could earn accessories after every car lease. The only word I got from my boss was "I'll table it for discussion".

When you awake, you usually expect to wake up in the same place you passed out. So can someone explain how it was that I awoke in a shallow pool surrounded by darkness? Where was I? There was so much space around me, too much space. Everything was dark, until I turned around and saw my wife Jessica, who was tied to a table, crying, terrified even. It was like looking at a big, cinema movie screen. I could see everything, every detail was crystal clear, as if looking with my own eyes. Imagine my horror when I realized I wasn't in control of the sightline. My hands were shaking but it wasn't from fear. No, the disturbing part is I could tell they were shaking from excitement, but not my excitement.

Jessica moaned, asking what was wrong with me, what did she do wrong? I saw my hands install a turning spit on two posts, a sharp spike in the middle.

"Why can't I control my body?!" I shouted, hoping to the lord that I could be heard, but it didn't stop my body from lifting up a knife in my right hand.

This couldn't be happening! There must be some kind of exit. This was some creep's sick idea of revenge. It must be! How do I get out? That's when I saw it, the reflection of my face on the blade, but my eyes - my eyes had a madness about them that didn't belong to me. I watched in horror as my arm plunged the knife deep into my Jessica's lower abdomen, slicing a gash big enough so this murderous animal could reach his hand inside.

As he pulled out one end of her colon, I heard him say: "The pigs fried me once, but they won't catch me a second time". Crazed giggling reverberated off the walls of the cell I was in, I can only imagine it was some space deep inside my mind. I curled up into a ball, putting my hands over my ears, trying to drown out the giggling and the sound of poor Jessica as he turned that spit over and over. The worst part, however, was feeling the same adrenaline rush that sick pervert was enjoying. Now I am left here, wondering if this nightmare will ever end or if this reality is to now and forevermore become my tortured existence.

Miningus(Min-inge-us) Noun - A forsaken soul/deity which has taken control of an unconscious body/vessel.