Short improv showcasing a more paranoid, fearful performance.
English (North American)
Young Adult (18-35)
US Midwest (Chicago, Great Lakes)
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it just dragged him away. Everything was normal that day. It's hard to even remember. It just was so just a regular day. But there was just something in the air stillness, like the sun wasn't rising or setting. It was stuck in the sky and time is confused. There was no one else around. It felt like our voices were echoing. Like we were trapped inside of a claustrophobic cavern corridors leading nowhere. But we are just out in the broad daylight, the sun beaming down upon us, but I can still hear his cries. I was facing the forest and they just felt it. I felt it in my subconscious this. It's hard to describe it. It's this earthquake. There was no physical manifestation of whatever this thing was. But I felt it brushed past me. I felt my entire body go cold like a cemetery. I heard his screams twisting and distorting out of reality as they became so distant. They weren't moving. And yet he was being dragged far away not to a physical place but to some of the dimensions. Some of the reality. I don't know what we stumbled upon. I don't know what I saw, but I know part of it still swims within me. I couldn't move. I knew my friend was in trouble. I knew he was in danger, but nothing. I did matter. I was frozen as he became whatever he became. I don't know. He was gone. There was no sign of him. His family didn't know who he was, His friends. He was just wiped like God plucked him out of the ecosystem of the universe and no one recognized him, but I still felt those tremors in the night. I know there are others like me. People call them crackpots and they call them crazy. But there's something going on here. There's something that's just taking people away permanently where they're not even allowed to exist anymore. Where our memories become dreams, they're no longer real. It didn't happen. We're being, I don't know, are being abused by some sort of cosmic deity, some celestial demon. I don't know what you would call it. I know it doesn't sound normal. I know it sounds strange and you and you hear it and you think but you'll feel it. I don't know if I call it luck or bad luck, but if you look for it, if you stare into those trees where it goes dark, where there's nothing living, where there's nothing at all. You can see it. It's not something your eyes pick up at your mind, your spirit, your soul, it's aware there are some things out there that we can't understand that we can't even see because the comprehension if we were to perceive whatever this abomination was, it would our eyes would turn inward and we would go blind and we would go mad and maybe we already are, but it's not all the way but it's in there and it's eating away. I don't know if the paranoia and the conspiracies are built from within or if I'm on my way to constructing the truth, I just don't know. But I know we have to do something because it's getting louder and louder, and I think that they might be next.