The Moment is Gone.....Forever

You wake up and look at the night stand, only to realize you have had another very bad night, much less getting any sleep. This has been ongoing since you were a young boy and it seems the matter has passed on into your adulthood.

You feel angry at the very idea of how people would really feel if they found out you suffer from night terrors or worse, an inability to control your thoughts and your dreams.

They would judge you and scoff at you, thinking nothing good about this, much less losing respect for you, or worse yet discrediting you as a fraud.

You rise up and head to get your day started, all the while trying to remember all that happened last night, to no avail. You look around and see your tv is still on, turned to some early morning tv evangelist, speaking about heaven and hell, and the error of our ways that will cause us eternal misery and consequences.

You look for the remote to turn off the tv, but as the preacher speaks, its as if he was speaking directly to you. You stand back, mesmerized at the picture of the person and watch him step out of the tv.

"What to do, what to do?" you ask yourself. But he is then walking towards you and grabs your wrists as though he was sent there to arrest you. He raises a huge Bible, slamming it down repeatedly, which makes you jump from the sudden loud thump.

You finally get free of his grasp, which makes him all the more angry, and then has him growing larger as though on a theater screen. He rushes towards you, quickly without skipping a beat. He then blocks your path, and trying to grab hold of your wrists once more. You are now simply uncertain, asking yourself, "Where did I put the damn remote?" He is starting to try and enter your brain.

With a howling laugh, he senses you are trying to find the remote, which he knows where it is and proceeds to find it and either grab it, or possibly break it. You are becoming quicker than he, for he is not actually there, or so you want to believe.

He is thumping his Bible like a jungle drum beating in rhythm with a hypnotic beat. You see the room go from a living room to some dense dark jungle scene. It becomes more scary when the various creatures that are there, become very real. You try to think more in the present, not in the holographic setting that the preacher wishes to place you in forever.

You become aware that the preacher has no intended purpose to save your soul, more like entrap you in a world of his imagination. You are about to give up hope when you see a way to escape. You rush over to the hall closet, grab a pistol, and aim towards the preacher. He looks at you, then he repeats his howling laugh from before. You then realize that you are in deep trouble.

You grab a holster and rush to grab the family Bible, hoping you can find a way to ward off this evil man disguised as a tv preacher. He has no intended reason or purpose, just to grab you and your soul, to make your eternity a living and holographic hell.

You run from the living room into the kitchen. You grab some food that was on the counter, turning to ask the preacher, "Are you hungry?". With a loud bellowing grunt, it says, "I sure am". It was then that it did not want to eat food but wanted to eat souls of anyone that it came after. "Boy was this like a video game or what?" "How was you going to get rid of this preacher, without any knowledge of how to actually remove him from your world?"

Then you see your salvation. It was a character based on an evil preacher, titled, Demonic Preacher. You jump over the couch, slide onto the coffee table, and grab a hold of the game box. You quickly read the box and see that the only way to remove this preacher from existence was to place the game in the game system and press delete.

You still try to get the preacher to eat some human food, yet it has his sights set on you and your soul, all the while edging closer to where you are standing. Then you make your next several moves, all the while praying.

The preacher heads at top speed towards you, tries to trick you this way and then that way, before still trying to get in your brain. You grab the game itself off the coffee table, lean in to put it inside the gaming console.

The preacher tries to block you from finishing this, grows larger than before, and even more angry as well. You push the game in, hear the tv change over to the gaming console, with the game controller you press play then quickly hit delete.

A loud noise is heard by you and the preacher, who is not sure what to make of this new change, then his eyes become surprised. He is now looking worried at the idea of you figuring out what you needed to do to get rid of him.

It is then that thick black smoke comes from the game system, with a loud whirling noise, then a loud bang. The once large tv preacher is fighting to remain and is then held by a large coming from the tv. The preacher is no longer laughing but scream in agony and defeat.

The preacher was not going to let me win so easily, when a large grotesque tongue protruded through its hungry mouth and was heading towards me. It was going to fight me and either beat me or kill me.

I looked around for something to cut out its tongue, when I felt the pistol in its holster, which I grabbed for, shaking. I aimed the pistol at the Beast tongue and fired several shots. It hit its intended target, and the preacher let out another blood curdling scream, but it was playing being stubborn.

Then the hand grabbed a stronger hold on the preacher, not releasing its grip, squeezing the preacher until its eyes bulged out and it exploded, blood splattering over the walls, the ceiling, and all over me too.

I then dropped to the floor, about the time my tv exploded, throwing shards of glass in every direction some embedding in my arms and legs, making me start bleeding from the fresh opened wounds.

I was not sure when I passed out, but I was awakened quickly to the smell of a fire somewhere and then several strong hands were lifting me into a waiting stretcher, then placing me into an ambulance.

As they were pulling away, the house exploded, from an open gas valve, which caused the immediate area to look like a war zone. I was thankful to be alive, and then I blacked out once more.

The scene was drawing many fire trucks and individuals who were there to contain the scene of death and destruction. I know this much that all I saw was a dark figure in the distance, who was looking in my direction. And then the damn howling laughter, always the howling laughter.