The first time I came across the tower I was rightfully hesitant. I heard the stories growing up, that it was beyond explanation and comprehension and as deep as my imagination goes I never could have prepared myself for what happened after that first step. My eyes flooded over, my body began to weaken and wither. Fear; my steps turn to leaps, leaps into bounds, I’m dying. The world vibrates around be as blast of through the corridor. As I ascend higher the walls and steps separate and break away from reality and the room becomes everything. Love crashes over me like waves of warm magma as I make my way to the door. It’s locked.
They fell from the stars on to our little rock bringing their war with them. Together, they said, we could stop them. If the world could put everything else aside and unite for just this one cause, our own survival, we could’ve gone on. But we drove them away with our own wicked ways. The dreaded arrival brought us as told, the end of days.
My neighbor, one house over to the left of mine, was really going nuts this year with his Halloween decorations.
Every day I’d come home from work and this guy would be hammering what looked like actual human heads along the short black fence in his front yard, but I couldn’t really tell from the driveway.
One day completely overcome by curiosity I made the trespass to his property line to confront him on his morbid display. Upon closer inspection it appeared as if the heads of the entire Home Owners Association were now occupying his fence, the yard scattered with corpses in comedic festive poses. I see him on the roof positioning a skeleton dressed as Santa going down the chimney and shout up to him.
“Jim, what the Hell is all this stuff?”
‘Well year after year The HOA and I have the same argument about what I can and can’t do when it comes to decorating my house but this year I finally wore the bastards down and they said I could go All Out this year.’