The scene was set, well almost. It just needed the appearance of the moon now. Although the garden had just been cleaned up and pruned back, there was no way anyone or anything could know that cameras fitted with heat sensitive film and recorders equipped with ultra sensitive tape were hidden throughout. The darkness helped even more to cover the almost nonexistent damage done to help hide the equipment. A mist began seeping through the thick hedge that bordered the little garden cul-de-sac. Large dull clouds rolled methodically across the blackened sky.
Somehow, the garden, peaceful and clean during the day, began to acquire an evil atmosphere. The man in the recesses of the compost bin was invisible on the heat sensitive film. The little shrubs hunched into figures of foul play. The Magnolia tree rose witchlike out of the mist to clutch at the pregnant moon, as it attacked the darkness within the garden. The illumination glanced upon Aphrodite flowers that were scattered about like blood-checkered flesh.
Suddenly the compost bin began to glow red and vibrate. The man watching the film abruptly sat forward and glared intently at the film. The bin began to shake violently apart as a dark creature rose out of the mulch. The creature, looking like an excessively hairy man, was changing its shape. Under the hair, the flesh began rippling savagely as the limbs began to thicken and contort.
The man watching clutched at his body and began moaning, as if he was in great agony. He cried out "NO! NO! NO!" as if he could stop the action on the film. He reached out and angrily wiped the television off the counter.
The woman beside him watched as the smoke from her cigarette curled delicately in the air and wafted towards the tormented man. She began to laugh maniacally at the man who sat with a stunned look on his face. As the realization rose in his mind, the woman said "I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE A MONSTER!"
THE END
�2005 Sandra Elizabeth Johnson |
