A Siren's Cadence
Title: A Siren's Cadence
Author: Cierratweek
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,425
Genre: Horror
Summary: Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft, this is a story about a man recounting his tale of being attacked my a monster
I wrote this in two hours, by the way, for my creative writing class. Believe it or not that class is SO uninspiring for a writing class....
I haven’t seen very many things I can’t explain in this world. Being a man of science, I have never had to actually sit and contemplate on such an experience. Honestly, I suspect, after I write this, I’m going to burn this and not let anyone see this. That’s how troubling this is.
Dimtiri Lye, thirty-eight and a scientific engineer. I’ve been working in this field for years and I had to study physics for years to obtain this job. So being who I am, it’s not clue why I had to think long and hard over it.
Here, let me start from the beginning, when I met the most beautiful girl of my dreams. Living by the water, I thought seeing a scantily clad woman with long blonde hair, full lips and bright green eyes was nothing special. I was sitting at a bench, like I do before work every day, and I figured nothing was going to be strange about another girl. Sure, she was beautiful, but I didn’t notice how much until she opened her mouth.
I don’t know why she did it, but she began singing beautiful notes. The woman sung cadence after cadence of beautiful notes that sounded like heaven coming out of her mouth. She caught me staring into those big green eyes when she began singing directly at me. I knew other people around could hear her, they were also staring, but she locked her vision onto me.
I still can’t understand why she chose me.
After the entrancing song, she walked up to me, to my surprise and sat next to me. My legs were crossed and I had no intention of getting up, but she anchored herself right down next to me and said her name was “Eros”. She stuck a beautiful dainty hand out to me to shake and I did.
I introduced myself and kept a nervous smile. I was never good with women, at all. Especially the kind of the beautiful variety, I was never very popular in school. I’ve been told I am good looking, but I spend most of my time in books and in science. So, I knew as soon as this girl got to know me, she wouldn’t be so into it, but I thought I’d make it last.
Her sleeveless crop top and long flowing peasant skirt seemed to draw me in, because I hardly remembered anything she said. She was too beautiful.
“So do you live around here?” Finally came out of my mouth, while I was stuck in those gorgeous green pools that were her eyes.
She gave a sweet and sexy giggle before answering. “Why yes, I do.” She shrugged and leaned a bit closer to me. I had no idea what to make of it. “I live right on the water, actually.” She began running her fingers through her long blonde hair and her big pink lips seemed to draw me in even more.
I don’t even know what she said, but all I remember somehow is following her onto the harbor of the beach and onto a quaint little boat. And to be honest, I hardly remember any of that. I literally don’t remember; it was like when you under surgery and when you finally get out you have a scattered memory. It was just like that.
So my next memory, I was on the boat Eros claimed she lived on. We were out in the middle of the ocean, and there was hardly any shore in sight. That was when I had the bad feeling.
My next memory was her walking towards me with a mischievous grin, but that’s all I can muster of that moment.
But her beautiful smiled turned evil. Mischievous didn’t even describe the look. Those full lips suddenly parted in a smile to show an array of sharpened ivory teeth, each one was long and jagged, and the only way I could compare it to right now, is an angler fish, jutting uneven layers of teeth.
She opened her mouth, exposing those monstrous teeth and let out a blood curdling howl in the form of a small musical cadence. And I couldn’t move. I wanted to so badly, but I felt glued to the boat. Before I knew it, I heard even louder and even more howling noises. The beauty was gone and I knew they were out for blood.
Pardon me, for my frantic writing, I know I’m not showing this to anyone, but I need to right this down, and get it out of my head.
The howls turned to screams and the once beautiful woman in front of me, turned into a monster. She grabbed my shoulders and opened her mouth again. Her jagged teeth went straight for my neck, but before they even touched me, as a reflex, my arm went up and smacked her in the side of her face, hearing a crack in the process. I felt my arm bruising from the hard hit and I watched her fall to the floor of the boat before I moved away.
I suppose she was more fragile than she seemed, because as I looked at her, her long blonde hair and fallen to the side, revealing her head turned almost all the way around. Her spine stuck out of her skin, revealing a translucent silver bone protruding. It did not look human. It actually reminded me of a fish.
As I covered my mouth, thinking that I may have inadvertently murdered her, I noticed her twitching. I thought she was dying, that is, until I watched her move her head, so her fish-like pretzeled spine cracked and popped back into place. Her skin had not healed over, but her bones had somehow fused back into place and she was back up in no time.
My flabbergasted and disheveled mind didn’t even connect how strange it was at the time, but my instinct was to just fight back as best as I could.
As she went after me for a second time, I grabbed her neck and her shoulder at arm’s length and pushed her back. Her frail body fell back to the floor as I realized the howling around me, wasn’t howling at all. It was ordered singing. They were notes swirling about in a beautiful fashion, and distracting me while this girl was getting back up.
I don’t know why or how this clicked in my head, but suddenly, I just fell to my knees and covered my ears. I think the memory of the old Greek story with the sea nymphs and hearing them drove you crazy and made you fall in love with them came into my mind, though of course, I did not think that until recently. I was not falling in love with Eros, or this monster or whatever it was, but I did believe I was falling under a spell.
I screamed, “I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you!” over and over I didn’t. Eventually the howling was diminishing, but the monster kept coming towards me. I felt her footsteps coming towards me, and I knew she was going to eat me, or kill me, or whatever she was going to do.
But before anything else happened, I woke up on that same beach I met Eros. I sat up, shaking the sand out of my hair, and looking around the beach. It was obviously early in the morning, because hardly anyone was there, but when I met Eros, it was closer to the afternoon. I knew right then it was the next morning.
Eros was not there. And I did not tell anyone about this. I refused. Since that happened I have shut myself away, not eating, not sleeping, not going to work, just sitting my apartment alone and searching to try and comprehend what happened.
Writing it down has helped, I think, but I don’t know. I still can’t quite understand. To this day, I was trying to convince myself I had been delusional. I was allergic to something I ate. Something I was wearing. Anything. But when I look at the bruise I have from when I hit that monster in the face, I can’t help but second guess myself.
I suppose I’ll never know. I suppose I’ll never know how to keep this stuck in my mind, but I can’t tell anyone. I won’t.
All I know is I won’t ever be able to be the way I was. What is normal anymore?
Author: Cierratweek
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,425
Genre: Horror
Summary: Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft, this is a story about a man recounting his tale of being attacked my a monster
I wrote this in two hours, by the way, for my creative writing class. Believe it or not that class is SO uninspiring for a writing class....
I haven’t seen very many things I can’t explain in this world. Being a man of science, I have never had to actually sit and contemplate on such an experience. Honestly, I suspect, after I write this, I’m going to burn this and not let anyone see this. That’s how troubling this is.
Dimtiri Lye, thirty-eight and a scientific engineer. I’ve been working in this field for years and I had to study physics for years to obtain this job. So being who I am, it’s not clue why I had to think long and hard over it.
Here, let me start from the beginning, when I met the most beautiful girl of my dreams. Living by the water, I thought seeing a scantily clad woman with long blonde hair, full lips and bright green eyes was nothing special. I was sitting at a bench, like I do before work every day, and I figured nothing was going to be strange about another girl. Sure, she was beautiful, but I didn’t notice how much until she opened her mouth.
I don’t know why she did it, but she began singing beautiful notes. The woman sung cadence after cadence of beautiful notes that sounded like heaven coming out of her mouth. She caught me staring into those big green eyes when she began singing directly at me. I knew other people around could hear her, they were also staring, but she locked her vision onto me.
I still can’t understand why she chose me.
After the entrancing song, she walked up to me, to my surprise and sat next to me. My legs were crossed and I had no intention of getting up, but she anchored herself right down next to me and said her name was “Eros”. She stuck a beautiful dainty hand out to me to shake and I did.
I introduced myself and kept a nervous smile. I was never good with women, at all. Especially the kind of the beautiful variety, I was never very popular in school. I’ve been told I am good looking, but I spend most of my time in books and in science. So, I knew as soon as this girl got to know me, she wouldn’t be so into it, but I thought I’d make it last.
Her sleeveless crop top and long flowing peasant skirt seemed to draw me in, because I hardly remembered anything she said. She was too beautiful.
“So do you live around here?” Finally came out of my mouth, while I was stuck in those gorgeous green pools that were her eyes.
She gave a sweet and sexy giggle before answering. “Why yes, I do.” She shrugged and leaned a bit closer to me. I had no idea what to make of it. “I live right on the water, actually.” She began running her fingers through her long blonde hair and her big pink lips seemed to draw me in even more.
I don’t even know what she said, but all I remember somehow is following her onto the harbor of the beach and onto a quaint little boat. And to be honest, I hardly remember any of that. I literally don’t remember; it was like when you under surgery and when you finally get out you have a scattered memory. It was just like that.
So my next memory, I was on the boat Eros claimed she lived on. We were out in the middle of the ocean, and there was hardly any shore in sight. That was when I had the bad feeling.
My next memory was her walking towards me with a mischievous grin, but that’s all I can muster of that moment.
But her beautiful smiled turned evil. Mischievous didn’t even describe the look. Those full lips suddenly parted in a smile to show an array of sharpened ivory teeth, each one was long and jagged, and the only way I could compare it to right now, is an angler fish, jutting uneven layers of teeth.
She opened her mouth, exposing those monstrous teeth and let out a blood curdling howl in the form of a small musical cadence. And I couldn’t move. I wanted to so badly, but I felt glued to the boat. Before I knew it, I heard even louder and even more howling noises. The beauty was gone and I knew they were out for blood.
Pardon me, for my frantic writing, I know I’m not showing this to anyone, but I need to right this down, and get it out of my head.
The howls turned to screams and the once beautiful woman in front of me, turned into a monster. She grabbed my shoulders and opened her mouth again. Her jagged teeth went straight for my neck, but before they even touched me, as a reflex, my arm went up and smacked her in the side of her face, hearing a crack in the process. I felt my arm bruising from the hard hit and I watched her fall to the floor of the boat before I moved away.
I suppose she was more fragile than she seemed, because as I looked at her, her long blonde hair and fallen to the side, revealing her head turned almost all the way around. Her spine stuck out of her skin, revealing a translucent silver bone protruding. It did not look human. It actually reminded me of a fish.
As I covered my mouth, thinking that I may have inadvertently murdered her, I noticed her twitching. I thought she was dying, that is, until I watched her move her head, so her fish-like pretzeled spine cracked and popped back into place. Her skin had not healed over, but her bones had somehow fused back into place and she was back up in no time.
My flabbergasted and disheveled mind didn’t even connect how strange it was at the time, but my instinct was to just fight back as best as I could.
As she went after me for a second time, I grabbed her neck and her shoulder at arm’s length and pushed her back. Her frail body fell back to the floor as I realized the howling around me, wasn’t howling at all. It was ordered singing. They were notes swirling about in a beautiful fashion, and distracting me while this girl was getting back up.
I don’t know why or how this clicked in my head, but suddenly, I just fell to my knees and covered my ears. I think the memory of the old Greek story with the sea nymphs and hearing them drove you crazy and made you fall in love with them came into my mind, though of course, I did not think that until recently. I was not falling in love with Eros, or this monster or whatever it was, but I did believe I was falling under a spell.
I screamed, “I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you!” over and over I didn’t. Eventually the howling was diminishing, but the monster kept coming towards me. I felt her footsteps coming towards me, and I knew she was going to eat me, or kill me, or whatever she was going to do.
But before anything else happened, I woke up on that same beach I met Eros. I sat up, shaking the sand out of my hair, and looking around the beach. It was obviously early in the morning, because hardly anyone was there, but when I met Eros, it was closer to the afternoon. I knew right then it was the next morning.
Eros was not there. And I did not tell anyone about this. I refused. Since that happened I have shut myself away, not eating, not sleeping, not going to work, just sitting my apartment alone and searching to try and comprehend what happened.
Writing it down has helped, I think, but I don’t know. I still can’t quite understand. To this day, I was trying to convince myself I had been delusional. I was allergic to something I ate. Something I was wearing. Anything. But when I look at the bruise I have from when I hit that monster in the face, I can’t help but second guess myself.
I suppose I’ll never know. I suppose I’ll never know how to keep this stuck in my mind, but I can’t tell anyone. I won’t.
All I know is I won’t ever be able to be the way I was. What is normal anymore?