Some Place far away

By Mat Growcott

Authors note…

This is a very weird story, you know as well as I do what's going on, I'd love to hear your theories, email me m_growcott@hotmail.com

 The wind was blowing; the door blew shut and one of the windows smashed.

"Aunt EM" a voice screeched, it didn't sound human, "AUNT EM". The storm was getting close now, still the screeching continued.

"Dorothy?" he heard himself say "I'm coming for you Dorothy." Suddenly darkness. The screeching continued. And then, silence.

 Hannibal Lector opened his eyes. The glass that usual stopped him from escaping wasn't there. He could make a break for it, but that wasn't his style. He stood and walked over to the painting he'd drawn the night before, staring at it, he wondered what had made him draw such a monstrosity, it was a monster, large and with huge black wings the size of a man on its back.

"AUNTIE EM" the screeching rang threw his head. He fell backwards and banged his head on the bed. He blinked, what was going on? He attempted to stand but couldn't. The picture had fallen and unrolled itself. The monster in the picture was staring at Hannibal.

 Hannibal Lector opened his eyes. There was something missing. The picture had been hung over his bed and the red eyes in the centre of the monsters head was beaming down at him. Hannibal attempted to stand and stumbled over to the plastic cup that the guards had given him. He drank down its contents and sat down. What had made him draw the picture??

 Hannibal Lector opened his eyes, the picture was hung up on the wall, and Hannibal tried to figure out why his cell felt different. The picture reminded him of a phrase, he couldn't think what it was, but he'd remember it soon enough. Why had he drawn the bat like creature? What had possessed him to do it?

 He was back on the farm, the screeching had stopped, now it was screaming, he walked over to the barn and looked through the crack in the door. There were hundreds of little bat creatures running around. In the corner was a man with a gun. The man took aim and he shot one. The screams stopped. Silence.

 Hannibal Lector opened his eyes. He scanned the room; this wasn't his cell. He stood up and walked over to the cupboard, opening it slowly he stared inside. A row of heads. Hannibal picked one up and placed it on the plate that had been neatly laid out on the table. Something caught Hannibal's eye. Another cupboard. He opened it. Inside was a pea. He picked up the pea and placed it next to the head on the plate. He looked at the head and as he did, it started to change. First it was Clarice, she stared "the lambs have stopped Doctor Lector" she said. It changed again: it was his mother. "Good for nothing, are you a man?"

Hannibal Lector opened his eyes. There were people. Singing people? Was this a…church? The choir sung loudly about god, and how he forgives all. Hannibal considered this. If he forgives all, how come there is hell? He sighed, he was better than these people, why was he here? But was he better then these people? He had nothing to believe in, he questioned something that millions of people believed in. He was in the minority. Was he better? No…just more hated.

 He ran. His legs were aching. He hated this feeling. He looked down at the bat creature in his hand. What had he done to deserve death? He looked again. This most resembled the vampire bat. The screeching came after him. He ran faster. The screeching stopped. He'd escaped. As he stood next to the road and smiled, a car pulled up…