The Event

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Or did it?

Did it burn at all? No. Because a candle doesn't burn. It doesn't have a chemical change. It only changes physically. It melts. Duh.

Anyways, The candle melted in the window, wax building up at its base, dripping down its unscented sides onto the windowsill. And it just kept on melting... dripping and melting. Melting and dripping. Accumulating and integrating into the wooden board it rested on. And nothing really happened.

Until something did!

A thing did happened. Oh yes, the kind of thing that happens when things happen, did indeed happen. And it just so happened to happen only moments ago. But you didn't notice it, did you? I thought not. Because you're attention was focused on my words. And on that flame that sits between us, its heat so comforting, hugging you like a warm blanket. The sound of its crackling hypnotizing you into a deep and sleepless slumber. So you missed what happened. Such a shame for you to miss such an event. Though perhaps, it is a blessing.

Pardon me if I have sparked your curiosity to such a heinous event. Such a sorrowful endeavor. Now you question what it must be that happened to elicit such a reaction from me. I could have let you live in peace, never knowing that such a thing could happen. That it did.

Surely you would like to know what happened by this point, and if you'd like, if you truly feel courageous, I could tell you. Though I fear for your well being. Whether or not your mind can handle the information it is about to receive may very well dictate the rest of your life.

I must know that I can trust you. As gruesome as it may be, you must swear to never tell a soul of what happened here on this fateful night. How could I ever trust anyone with such a fragile piece of information? Yet it burns a hole through my throat, trying to rip itself out, yearning to be heard.

Okay, okay.

I don't think I can hold onto it for much longer anyways. And to think that I thought I could live with such a burden alone. Could you honestly and truly assist with carrying this burden? Does your curiosity mean so much to you that you may put your own life at stake in hopes to satiate it?

Here we go... I have decided that it may very well be in my best interest tell you what has happened. But I may do so only in a whisper, for if the wrong people were to hear about this odd occurrence, dire consequences may ensue. Lives could be ruined, families could be broken. You must realize how large of a scale this fragment of the past is. How important to the adhesion of the cosmos.

So if I am to tell you about what happened, you'll need to lean in and listen closely. I will say it only once, and I am taking a big risk by doing even that. For as close as you may be, your ear could be inside of my mouth, and the whisper may still not find itself through to your eardrum and registered by your brain. And in the case that it does make it through the loops, that your mind is able to catch on, it isn't very likely that it will comprehend the exact nature of my diction.

With that in mind... Listen to these two words as if they could change the world as you know it:

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I

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farted.