Chapter Nine
The Entity
White blobs of pulsating light pulled together into focus.
Sixteen-year-old Russ sat in the chair and stared into the mirror in front of him. He really stared, directly into his own eyes. He looked down on top of the dresser in front of him at the self portrait he was sketching in pencil. Deja Vu. More than Deja Vu. The feeling was unmistakable. He looked at the cheap plastic light on the dresser, then into the mirror at himself and the reflection of the bedroom wall cramped in back of him. Russ realized he was dreaming. He also realized he had been here before. Then he realized the feeling of Deja Vu was because he was dreaming about something that really happened to him. The dream was exactly like his experience. The strange incident had stuck with him for life. Was the dream going to stay the way it happened? Would the dream change it? He felt a twinge of excitement. Would he finally see the answer to his past personal mystery? His thoughts and actions were just as they were before. Staring strait into his eyes. His mind questioned God. Why so much pain in the world? Why war and death if God was so good and powerfull as the nuns and preists had taught him? Why! The feelings and thoughts were so powerfull and emotional. He felt intense anger. The anger was so strong he felt like he could have snapped. Then he heard the sound of a snap. It was the sound of the switch on the plastic light next to him snapping itself off, and surrounding him in darkness in the room. His hand in the dark knew exactly where the switch was and turned the light back on. He looked at the light and thought it must be so cheap the switch had just sprung itself off. He went back to his mental tirade, a heretic against God in his anger. He demanded God's intervention. His intensity was at the breaking point. Reality and deep-rooted Catholic beliefs collided within him like clouds colliding to explode lightning and thunder. In the mirror above and behind him a green neon spot appeared. It expanded and pulsated. It grew in waves folding out of itself. Green neon electricity in static circular arcs and bolts circled folding into itself as it expanded. It became more solid without being solid and pulsated into an abstract form that reminded him of a brain and spinal cord tailing down from it. Russ felt no fear, he observed it with rage in his eyes. It hovered about three feet above him and four feet in back of him. It was there in back of him still growing and forming. Snap- the light clicked off again. Darkness hid the entity. Then snap- again and the light turned on by itself. The apparition was gone and exhaustion seemed to crumple him. The feelings were gone too. Russ moved from the chair to the bed.
He thought he could understand the light snapping off, but not off and on, not at that moment, it wasn't possible. What was that thing in the room with him? Is it still here? Was it my own life force leaving me? Was it the sign from God he commanded? Could it be my guardian angel watching over and appearing to me? Did my own telekinetic abilities turn off the light to protect me? Were dimensions intermingling? Wait, this is different. I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming of what happened exactly like it was. But then when am I dreaming it? Just like the first, real time, he fell asleep, but this time in his dream.
THE DREAM IS FICTIONAL. THE CONTACT WITH THE ENTITY IS REAL. WHAT IS IT?
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