A Monsters Manual

It feels as though it has been a thousand years, though in reality it has to have been only one year since the great lighting. After a fruitless night of sleep, one filled with the likes of flashing lights and screams of the damned, I awake with a start. And …. I can see …. can clearly see the window, the warm sunlight peering through in rays of different colors. For so long, I have seen nothing, just the blackness, a void. And suddenly I awake to the most beautiful arrays of colors. Grunting, I get up slowly stretching as I do. I turn around and am shocked. I can see that I am in what looks to be a dirty padded room that what once was probably a white room, well what use to be the white room. As it is completely covered in what looks to be blood smears. All four walls, the floor, hell even the ceiling are covered.

I look down to my feet, dirty and uncovered, All the way up to my ragged clothes, the same clothes I wore that night, the great light let up the skies of the world, the same night I lost my vision. I slowly stand and make my way to the wall, my joints protest as they always do, since I don’t exercise. Upon further inspection I discover that the ‘dirtiness” of the walls is what looks to be paint or maybe some kind of tenting. Looking at it more closely, I stare blankly in horror. Scratched into the wall are six words.

“Don’t tell them you can See.”

I look around the room, the more I look the more I see those six words, my heart begins race. Since the day I lost my sight, the world became quit. Save for the occasionally nurse. Suddenly I hear a rustling on the other side of the door, a click, then … “Mrs. Silverstone, glad to see you’re awake.” I remember the words all over the room and cast my eyes down but turn my head to the voice. “he-oo,” my voice cracks from the misuse it has suffered from all this time. I see pristine baby blue vintage nurses' shoes enter my line of vision and a pair of hands grab me by the arms and host me up, as I stand, I see the matching nurse's outfit also in pristine condition. A hand reaches under my chin and forces me to look up, into the face of a beautiful brunette, her skin was pale as though she hadn’t seen the sun, and her hair was pinned back neatly under her nurse’s hat. She wore next to no make, but what caught me off guard where her eyes. The Iris’s looked like that of liquid gold and her pupils were Completely white, while the rest of her eyes looked black. I gasped out loud at the sight, and the woman frowned at me, as I jerked from her grasp. She clicked her tongue but had a look of sadness to her as she turned her head toward the door, as its opened.

In walked a man that looked like nothing I had ever seen; its skin was the first thing I noticed. A dark oozing purple, its face, or at least what I think was its face, was gone in its place it looked like a swirl. It had regular hands but four long tentacles instead of legs. Over its mid-section it had what looked shirt though it had black smears all over it, and made any details that were once present now seem to be unnameable. It even wore a hat similar to the strange woman. As I took in its Grotesque appearance it moved across the floor like an Octopus, towards the woman. Who looked at it as though she had seen it every single day, and seemed unbothered by it? The thing made a nasty gurgling noise and the woman nodded as if understand the strangeness as a language. “I know! Yes, I am well aware of the rules but this one is different. I am telling you she is it,” the woman paused as the strange creature made more noise. When she spoke again though it sent chills up my spine and the last thing I heard as I drifted into the world of the unconscious, “yes I know. But she has the sight!”