Psalms 55:4-8, Job 17:12-16

birds in the lobby fed by some old crazy who has too much time. i kick at them they irk me with their mindless cooing and empty black pools for eyes. not of god but not of the OUTSIDE either. no body bothered to make them so they were shat out like giants by the world itself. outside IT continues to circle the building slowly making chattering clicking noises and it is strange and calming. i can hear IT but not see IT which is alright with me. then i hear a tinkling sound coming from outside faint at first but growing louder. far away it sounds sweet and innocent but soon hearing individual notes the sounds become jeering and cruel and yellow. i shut my eyes before it happens but i still hear and feel and imagine the shock as the bug-sounds and the tinkling shatter into ten hundred thousand screams and horns and scratches. IT has become THEM once again and once again i am without peace. i raise my eyes to the heavens how much longer o lord i ask as i raise them. my answer looks down at me. a bird like the rest but snowy white like a dove. it looks down at me and i throw myself to the floor. i am not worthy to behold the spirit and i ask how much longer lord o lord how much longer i can not hold on. it flutters down to me and eats bread crumbs from the floor letting me behold it although i do not. the dove flies away through the door when it is done and not a sound comes from the outside. even THEY have stopped for a moment. i am still on the floor and i wonder what it means.

i walk up the stairs in daze i have seen HIM. i am on the seventh floor and i turn the corner to the hallway and i almost run into it. THEM. bloated like a corpse THEY plod towards me on slow step at a time. THEY are seven feet tall and five feet wide blocking the hall and when i look up i see their shadowy pudgy face surrounded by a halo of light. that face i will not forget until i die. head of flat wet clay eyes like gullies nothing there just blackness and void and hateful desire slits for nose making weezy sounds every step and a mouth ripped from its face full of sharp jagged teeth set into crooked smile that smells like death and rot. behind the door clicks shut and i can not escape that way. plod steps towards me with fattened arms stretched out. THEY want me. i make the sign of the cross and say faltering prayers but THEY come towards me still. i back up until i am against the wall and THEY almost have me when i see the dove again. it flies in above me and pecks at their face driving THEM back. i have enough space barely to get to my door. THEY are attacking the bird and as i slam the door shut. i lock every dead bolt on the door put every chain across it then i look through the peephole. i am despicable and weak and i see THEM seize the bird in their fat hand and stuff it into their fat mouth. THEY turn to me and look at me through the peephole and i scream and run to the kitchen and prop against the door the only chair in the house and i run to the bed room and take the bed and push it against the chair and i turn out the lights so THEY will not know that i am here. i sit in a corner not by the window with its screams or by the door with the ghoul in the dark even the stars are blanketed with dark.