Down in the Basement
Author's note: This is a one off story .It sets up the framework for what I had liked to call "The Bag" Tales. Those tales on this site are as follows: Against the will, The Haddonfield Waltz, The Model, and The Countess. My idea for this story saga comes from Clive Barker's "Books of Blood" .this would be the intro that would wrap around that. Enjoy.
Ox Ford made his way down the lengthy corridors and steps to the room that was rumored to hold HIM. What better way to get research than from the source, the young man thought as he wandered down the hall and found the door to the room. Taking out a hairpin, he clicked the tumbler of the lock open and walked inside. The madness was deafening . walking with slow, labored steps he made his way to the fleshy bag.
"WHO GOES THERE? WHO DISTURBS ASURA?" The kishen said.
"Ox Ford, sir, I need some research for a report."
"MY MIND IS NOT ONE OF SANITY, BOY. TO HEAR THE TALES AND FIND WHAT I TRULY AM WILL CRUSH YOUR FEEBLE SOUL. MY WARNING TO THEE IS TO ABANDON ALL HOPE, ABANDON ALL SANITY FOR YOU SHALL NOT FIND IT HERE." Asura said.
"I just need your backstory that's all." Ox said. Asura laughed and then silence filled the room. Ox's head pounded, pain crept up every neuron, every synapse firing images. Blood , copious amounts of blood, visions too horrific filled his mind.
"YOU SEE WHAT YOU ARE UP AGAINST! NOW MY PUPPET, WRITE. WRITE WHAT YOU SEE IN YOUR MIND. THAT IS THE ONLY TRUTH." Asura said. Ox picked up a pencil and a notebook and began to write.