Silo

Pg. 4

The next few days were bleak all of a sudden. Argon straight up resigned along with the other employees who were with them. Mushka remained at the hospital, and the rest of the crew who witnessed the entirety of the incident were moved to an institution, where they spent their days recovering.

I felt terrible for what they had gone through, but more so for being apologetic in general. I know they saw something because of their reactions, but I can't get myself to believe it.

What might have caused that man's vanishing, or should I say demise, if I could only put my finger on it? Following this tragedy, I began to experience migraines, and I found myself wondering, "Could this possibly be the cause of my father's death?"

I awoke feverish & struggling to breathe. I had a nightmare involving the incident we just had: something overbearing and dreadful took shape from the silo, its protruding eyes scowling at my entire existence. It rumbled like an animal, as if it was struggling to engage with me in a way I didn't fully understand. My wife comforted me as soon as she realized what was going on, and I assured her I was alright and headed downstairs to get some water while she slept.

The shiver and foreboding that had gripped me initially during that day decided to continue to slither up my spine as the weeks went. I've always wanted to pay a visit to some of my coworkers, particularly Argon and Mushka.

But every time I did, they didn't even give me a second glance. They'd fix their gaze on something and continue to mumble unintelligible sentences, despite smiling and responding to their soothing methodologies.

I groaned as I took a massive swallow of water, aching my throat. My heart was beating harder than it had in the former. I set the glass down and wiped my face, and there it was when I happened to look through the window in front of me. Outside my home, in the shadows, I recognized the bloodshot orbs from my dream. It found me, and it was waiting for me outside, tormenting me. I could hardly move as my heartbeat was hammering furiously. I could envision that creature grinning as it watched me in terror if I were fully sensible.

It slid from its original position as I was racing back to our bed, frightened for myself and my wife. Its eyes would get broader, and it continued to advance at a slightly slower pace.

I watched its elongated arm-like structure slither into the limelight from the barely perceptible illumination of the lamp posts, exposing a horrendous image of an atrocious topped creature. It blew the street lights out, completely obscuring the entire neighbourhood.

I made a lunge when I finally had the courage to move. I rushed up to my sleeping wife and roused her from her slumber.

She murmured, "What's up?" As I coaxed her to her feet and prompted her to follow me, even though she was still in a daze. I remembered my Dad during that brief period of attempting to flee.