Friday, October 9, 2009

*The Twlight Zone*

Welcome to the place between reality and dreaming, a place where time drips along, and the space between that dripping time, freezes, cracks, and then turns into something much different from what you or I know. Welcome to the Twilight Zone.

I give you one, Stephanie Skeem, who, on the cold day of 8th of October 09, awoke, just like any normal day and smiled at the cold world outside her window. However that smile would have turned into a worried glance, had she had known that the Twilight Zone was stalking her.
With no premonition of what was in store for her, she went about her day, only to find that her cocktail, a bird that she had since she was very young, was unhappy in his cage. Without thinking of the consequences, she opened this cage just like she did every morning.
After that, Stephanie went about her work, thinking little of her bird. That is, until that evening, when she found his cage missing.
Upset, Stephanie searched the house, calling out, the bird’s name. However there was no trace of the missing bird. Stephanie retraced her steps, checked inside the toilets, to make sure that her bird hadn’t drowned. She even called her nieces and nephews who’d been visited that day. But no, they had no information on the missing bird.
Not knowing what else to do, the frustrated detective, Stephanie, interviewed a key person in her household, only to find that the back door of the house had been open almost all day.
Horrible thoughts raced through Stephanie’s mind as she thought of the possibilities. Perhaps her bird had flown outside, and would freeze in the cold that night. Perhaps her two cats, who were known to sometimes slip through open doors, had found the bird, eaten him, and buried the feathers!
Stephanie rushed outside, whistling catcalls to her bird, while unsuspecting neighbors wondered if the girl, running around her house, was really trying to flatter them in their old age.
After making several rounds of her house and inspecting every tree, Stephanie gave up and went back inside. But she did not give up. She rushed back outside, suspecting the worse. She scanned the grass for traces of her birds remains.
It was dark, cold, and a cool wind chilled her spine. She shivered and looked over her shoulder, feeling someone’s eyes upon her. Seeing nothing, she turned back and inspected the ground, never knowing that the dark eyes of the (The Twilight Zone) were upon her.
Then it happened. Stephanie let out a shrill scream, knelt in the grass and picked up a slender gray wing, in morbid horror. Her eyes widened as she picked up another wing, and a long tail, quite dismembered from the rest of its body.
She stood up with the pieces of her bird’s body in her cold hands, turned her back on the terrible massacre, and ran into the house.
The dark figure of the Twilight Zone followed at a safe distance, snickering.
Once inside, Stephanie showed her family the remains of her beloved bird, Tweedy. While members of her family mourned over the loss of their pet, and stroked the poor bird's feathers, a shrill shriek was heard from the other room.
Stephanie ran to see what was wrong. It was then that she saw it, her bird, perched on a picture frame. ALIVE! She glanced at the feathers in her hands with eyes wide. Her bird had resurrected itself! Or so she thought.
Behind her, the Twilight Zone smiled a sly smile, and turned away, having many more people to perplex and disturb that night. After all, what would the world be like without him? He being the personage who holds the answer to all the strange oddities, perplexities, and mysteries of the world, in his bizarre hands.

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