Get Ready

Thriller Stories | Apr 10, 2013 | 6 min read
60 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
I was sitting on my living room couch with my friend James when it first happened. We had just finished smoking a few bowls of weed and took some pills. I can't quite recall what pills we took exactly but they were REALLY GOOD PILLS. I usually don't say much when I'm high so I sat there with a blank stare looking into space wondering about the world. I thought to myself

"what will this world be like when I'm dead?... what will happen when I'm dead? will I go to heaven or hell? or just disappear?" My regular stoner trips.

I look over at James and notice he's staring back at me with a puzzled look on his face. He shrugs his shoulders as if to answer my question with an "I don't know, man."

I trip out. I start thinking
"did I say all of that out loud?"

Right after, I think this James shakes his head at me as if to say no.

"Can you hear me?" I think to him.

He nods his head and smiles a yes.

Note no words have been exchanged. I realize were communicating telepathically.
I'm thinking "what the fuck is going on?"

James shrugs his shoulders again.

"Am I dead?"

James shrugs at me once more, this time it felt like he was trying to connote a maybe.

Suddenly the thought pops into my head "I'm God!"

James nods his head violently with joy when I think this, as if he's been waiting for me to figure this out forever.

I look at him and think "no no this isn't true."

he continues to nod his head.

Then I think "well then what the fuck are you?"

When I ask him that(still no word have been exchanged) he stops nodding his head and his facial expression goes from joyful to almost depressed.

Suddenly like the when I realized I was God, my conscience tells me
"he's here to help you bring salvation to this planet."

I realized at that moment why he's sad. he has no choice but to hang around me. Its his destiny to help me save this world. If he doesn't he gets fucked by the big man upstairs in the long run. I look at him and he's glaring at me. His eyes are filled with hate. He's staring like he at me like he wants to kill me. I'm sitting there trying to explain to him "telepathically" I have no choice either and that its not my fault he's stuck here but then that whole "Father, Son, Holy Spirit" bullshit creeps into my head.

I think why am I still talking to him telepathically? So I tell him verbally "dude I'm sorry it not my fault."

he looks at me like I'm crazy and replies "sorry for what? what's not your fault?"

I tell him "the whole conversation we just had."

still with that confused look he tells me "dude I don't know what your talking about. we haven't said a word the whole time we've been here. you've just been staring of into space."

At that moment I feel like I'm about to shit out my heart. I think "holy shit I've hit rock bottom. I'm insane."

I look at James and he's smiles and nods his head as if to say yes you are insane.

I'm having a small panic attack at this point. I'm trying to grasp some sort of hope. I think "maybe I'm not insane." "maybe I really am God and James is really here to help me."

I look at James, he just shrugs his shoulders.

I starting thinking to myself
"what do I do?"

my conscience tells me "kill yourself"

I look at James he's sitting there nodding his head with joy.

he wants me to kill myself

I look at again him and I think to him "what the fuck are you?"

he shrugs his shoulders yet again.

"are you Satan?"

he smiles at me...
he's says "dude I got to get going" "ill see you later"

My family arrives shortly after James left. My mother, my father, my brother, his wife, and my niece had gone out to eat. I hear them talking as they walk through the front gate.

I hear them mutter something. they're saying to each other
"he knows, yeah he knows, that idiot finally figured it out." I hear what sounds like my mothers voice say "I fucking hate that little bitch" in perfect English.

I'm confused because my mother doesn't know how to speak English.

I integrate them as they step in the door "who knows?!" "how long have you known English mom?!" "you hate me"

My family looks at me and ask me if I'm okay. They're all trying to make me feel like I'm insane. But I heard them!

I storm into my room.

I'm terrified at this point. My former life is gone… what happened to my family?... where am I?..

Even in my room I hear them cackling "HE KNOWS" "THAT FUCKING DUMBASS FIGURED IT OUT." "WE KNOW YOU CAN HEAR US, GOD" "HAHAHAA" "WE FUCKING HATE YOU"

They know that I know that I am God… and apparently they can hear my every thought and I can listen in to all of theirs.

I'm going mad. I cant take it anymore. I'm scared out of my mind. then I hear a little girl whisper.

"Get ready"

I look around the room. no one is there
again I hear her

"Get ready"

At first it creeps me out but after the 8th time she whispered I felt almost safe when I would hear her voice. I feel like I can trust her.
so I reply.

"Get ready for what?"

she says to me
"you know"

then whispers again
"Get ready"

I told her I don't know what I need to prepare for but she keeps saying I know and keeps repeating her self

Who ever she is she's warning me of something to come, I start to think.

she repeated that phrase until I fell asleep.

The next morning I wake up hoping it was all just a bad dream but just when I though I was fine I hear them,

"God boy woke"
"haha" "fuck you"

there we're more voices now. not just my family but my neighbors and everyone on the street. I seemed to have stumbled into the fucking twilight zone somehow.
I don't know how to coupe with this anymore. The voices are becoming violent. They even threaten me now. I fear for my life.
This has gone on a few years now, its become my daily routine. I haven't gotten use to it yet. I wake up to everyone scolding me, threatening me for being Christ as i go about my day isolated from everyone.

then at night that same little girl whispers
"Get ready"
Every single night.

But tonight is different
You see I hadn't figured it out till tonight. I'm mentally prepared for what's about to happen.

The "little girl" says I'm almost ready.
She's standing in the corner of my living room as I type this. I see her for the first time. She looks like a small child but has the face of an elderly woman. Her eyes, she has the most beautiful black eyes. It's like looking into pure darkness. Nothing but darkness.

She confessed to me that as soon as I fell asleep every night she would touch me.

You see…
she loves me …

She really hates to see me suffer like this.

But I'm almost ready to let go and end all this suffering. For all the people I've hurt with just the bane that is my existence.

I've taken a whole bottle of pills. I can't quite recall what pills i took exactly but they are REALLY GOOD PILLS
They should do the job but if not my little helper says she's going to help end the suffering.

She is no longer in the corner of the living room. She's standing behind me with a sharpened knife. I know when I look back I will be staring in to her beautiful black eyes and it will be that last thing I see.

This is good bye

She says I'm ready.
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Alexandria Apr 11, 2013

Wtf? Holy shit, did yu drop Acid? Lmao good story though!

Nazaret Apr 11, 2013

thank you! :) but nah i didn't. haha

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