Can you see it?! Out there in the distant shadows looming all around you?! Enveloping and ensconcing, seeming to shield the flame, but, only really there, to block the light. It's a hand, in a glove, holding some mechanism, you see the hand reaching out for you, with its mechanism, unknown, deadly, terrifying, then, spectral limbs, begin their ghostly climb, up the gloved hand, a ghostly skeletal limb, an apparition, actually reaching, touching and grasping, the gloved hand. The gloved hand shudders, sensing but not seeing another presence, slowly it moves slightly forward, exposing part of a cloak, the sleeve, and another, spectral, skeletal, hand, emerges from the darkness, to explore, this living creature, the owner of the gloved hand, notices this other newer presence, tips his head forward, moving the hood of the cloak into the light, he looks down, to see what the, the strange sensation, on his gloved hand was, but there was something else bothering him even more! The skeletal hands were both LEFT hands! Which meant, either that there were two more hands waiting in the darkness or, I'd been drugged, and was currently in the process of losing my mind! The two hands probed and moved about, on the cloaked mans arm, one of them even moved up and gently touched his face, another hand, and a fourth, a fifth, sixth, seventh, he couldn't count them all! Each and all of them, climbing and clawing, cloying in each other's shadows, reaching up the gloved hands arm now, some of them pulling, some of them prodding, all of them, out of thin ether, suddenly, forcefully, mindlessly, up to the elbow, scratching and digging, making a better hold, on the gloved hands arm, the head under the cloak, belonging to the gloved hands arm, looked up, to where he'd always heard jesus was from, and prayed a short, silent prayer, that this nightmare would end, he couldn't describe it, didnt WANT to describe it, but the owner of the gloved hands arm, didnt own even his own mind anymore! He searched himself, in that moment of panic, with all those hands pulling him, clawed up to the shoulder now, searched, for the place, the person, the custody of where he'd left his mind, and he came up with this;
Between the crucifixion, the apocalypse and the unworthiness of his chosen God, his mind was actually in hell, buried up some demons ass! Squeezing and milking all the knowledge, good or evil, and the feeling, pure or mischievous, from it. The gloved hand dropped the mechanism, shattering it on the ground instantly, hoping beyond hope, that the infernal skeletal hands, would stop their current crusade, of pulling the owner, of the gloved hand, into its proper hell, with all the laughter any decent hell requires, and resonates with but, it did nothing, dropping the mechanism did nothing to sway the infernal arms from their mission. And the demon, well, this WEEKS demon, was never quite prepared, for the shock of recognition, which he became slowly but more constantly aware of, sparkling, like a night sky without a moon to howl at anywhere, the demon laughed, as the last drop of milk fell to the floor in a meaningless little spatter, and then he scrubbed off his hooves, tied a neat little red bow round his tail, and nothing happened. Somewhere, breakfast was being served, the demon never told ME anything about it because, I dont think he actually SAW any of it, SO, TIME IMMEMORIAL proceeds; Then, after boredom drove us ALL out of our minds completely, then we decided to talk about something besides GOD! yes AFTER the apocalypse, THEN we decide something else is a good idea! I said to the demon then "get your fat ass over here! He punched me in the mouth with a very mischievous grin, I told him I wondered if he was EVER gonna get that one! AS, for the body, belonging to the owner, of the gloved hands arm, it's still being picked over by maggots and carrion flies, as the crows had already feasted on all the softer, juicier morsels, like the eyes and the, well whatever the hell else crows prefer. How did the man die? You ask? Some say he threw himself off a cliff, having lost his mind from the apparitions he saw that night but, no one knows for sure, some accounts say he was pushed, as I contend, but, then again, where AM i?
Only you know that for sure, and they say that you won't tell!!!