Over the past few days, I’ve noticed certain events take place which have called into question my entire view of the universe.
First, the opalescent colors that spawned from inside that veiled woman’s house have been following me around. I’ve even noticed them pop up in the corner of my eyes while window shopping along the city streets.
They linger around my peripheral view and almost seem to…. call to me.
But there is more. Oh, so much more.
Ever since attending that ritual earlier in the week, my mind has been so stimulated that I’ve managed to finish Zombietubbies and begin working on two other projects simultaneously.
And all of this, much to my surprise, without a single drop of Uncle Al.
It’s almost as if there was some sort of creative energy that spewed out from that swirling ceiling. Whatever it was, I am convinced it was something not inherent to this world, or universe for that matter.
Then there’s the lockbox sitting on my nightstand. As I type this right now, that box is beginning to lightly glow. What does it mean?
I first noticed the box producing this strange aura the other night, when I was wrapping up a scene from one of my new projects.
While heading to the bathroom, I noticed a faint green light coming from my bedroom. Now, I haven’t had a night light in years and would never choose something as ghastly as the color green.
I decided to peek my head in the door and noticed the box shining there on the nightstand. I stared at the box for a few silent minutes before eventually making my way over to it.
I picked it up and twisted it around, observing every angle to see where this glowing light was coming from.
Yet this only made things more confusing. The lockbox had no indications of a place for led lights nor batteries. It was just glowing on its own as if it were being powered by something not within this physical realm.
Then it struck me; what if the box was glowing due to my creative energy?
I decided to test my theory by waiting a few hours after removing myself from my projects and, sure enough, the box ceased to glow with my lack of creative input.
While this helped answer one of my questions it actually opened so many other doors and possibilities that I felt almost like I should’ve been committed to a mental health facility.
A box that emitted a strange glow as I wrote? Pure lunacy to most people.
But Ben was not most people. Once I told Ben about the box, he began telling me the origins of the little group he was a part of.
“We are The Cult of Doggledoo,” he said in between a sip of his whiskey. “We have all been chosen by Doggledoo itself to bring it into our physical realm.”
When I tried asking him who Doggledoo was all Ben could give me was, what I assumed at the time, a blanketed response.
“The raw source of creative inspiration,” he answered.
After pushing with him on this for nearly four hours, I realized Ben was in it thick with this strange band of occultists who apparently had some unspoken agreement around being as opaque as possible when anyone questioned them about it.
But it was one of the final things Ben said to me before showing me out of his study that has continues to rock me to my core. It was said after we broached the topic of my creative reinvigoration.
“It is true that Doggledoo gives, but it’s end goal is to take it all,” Ben mysteriously said as he closed the door in my face.
Take all of what?
Later that night, I finally made the choice to open the lockbox and take a peek at what was inside. When I propped it open, the same colors I saw from that swirling ceiling floated out and around the room before eventually dissipating into the air.
Beside the floating colors the box was completely empty, except for tiny scratch marks scattered around all sides of it.
As a mini-experiment, I decided to leave the box open while I began my nightly writing routine. I just wanted to see if it would continue to glow as I went through my creative process or if it would change in any way.
For the first few hours nothing happened.
Then something did.
As I was internally working through a scene behind closed eyelids, I saw the same dark eyes and reddish nose that appeared before me in the veiled woman’s apartment.
I jumped back from my seat and ended up falling backwards on the ground. When I picked myself up, I noticed the box on my nightstand was now glowing brighter than ever before.
I stared into the greenish hue surrounding the opened box and then the dark eyes slowly appeared from within the box.
After staring into the box for what almost felt like a lifetime, I found myself moving closer and closer toward it.
When I looked back at where I originally fell by my writing desk, I was horrified to see the vision before me.
Looking directly into my eyes was a frozen version of my body, almost as if it were stuck in some sort of time stasis.
Somehow, I had managed to leave my physical body and become something else entirely while still maintaining my consciousness.
Just as fast as this happened, it was all over. I blinked to find myself staring at my ceiling while lying in bed.
When I looked over to my right, I noticed the lockbox was closed.
I’m hoping it was all a dream but a strong part of me knows it wasn’t. It’s clear the box has some sort of connection with worlds beyond our own but what’s the point of this?
And, more importantly, what does this all have to do with this strange Doggledoo creature?
I’ll need to do more research in these matters.
Hopefully, I can get some of the answers I’m looking for before any other strange encounters.