What a Night
By
Jerry A.G. Ericsson
© Jerry A.G. Ericsson 8/23/00
Wow! What a night I must have had, to wake up with such a headache. I can’t exactly remember what happened, but I do know that I must have drank way to much. This happens much to often now days. Maybe I am having a drinking problem or something I don’t know.
Guess
I will go outside and see what kind of a day it is going to be today. Hopefully it will be a sunny day with no
hint of the gloom that was there yesterday.
Wow! What a day, things seem somehow different, I can’t exactly explain it, just different. The road seems to be divided not by the dashed yellow line that ran down the middle yesterday, but with white spots. I walk down the road, and look behind me but as I pass over the spots, they dissapear. All this early morning walking is making me hungry, and I begin seeking a place to eat breakfast, still walking down the lonely street with spots in the middle which seem to dissapear as I walk past them.
Suddenly
behind me, I hear a groan, then a moan.
I turn but see nothing. I
continue walking down the street, but just ahead, it turns to the right and a
large fence blocks any passage forward. I look to my right and see that that
same fence seems to block any passage from the street in that direction. To my left is another fence, exactly like the
rest. Again to my rear, I hear the moan
that seems to come from some lost soul, lost in between the hear and the
hear-after. I turn and look, this time I can see what appears to be the figure
of a man, yet I can see through him. I
know that what I am seeing must be a ghost.
I begin to run, and come to the corner, where I turn and run just a few
steps, then another fence blocks my way and I must turn to my right. Behind me, I hear the spirit moaning and
groaning even louder, in my head, I can
hear the blood pounding, as I run even faster.
“Waka-Waka-Waka.”
Then
another fence and I turn to my right again.
I seem to be keeping the distance between myself and the spirit. He is not gaining even one foot on me, as I
run through this maze of streets. “Waka-Waka-Waka” goes the pounding in my
head, as I turn yet another corner in
this maze and there before me is a large apple just laying there in the
road. I slow and pick up the apple and
begin to eat it as I run forward. The
apple seems to give me strength, I feel that I am invencable. I turn and behind me are two spirits now the
other as frightening as the first, but now I feel I can fight them. They see
the strength in my eyes, and turn to run, yet with my new found strength, I
overtake them in just a few seconds, and as if in some terriable dream, I
devour them, like so many bran flakes in a bowl.
The
terror now subsiding, I continue on my way, following the winding maze. Now I begin to wonder, just how I came to be
here. I know I was drunk last night but
this makes no sense to me at all. I see
a stump beside the road, and walk over and sit to ponder my situation.
As
I sit there, thinking of what to do next, smoking an old cigar that I found
laying beside the road, a stranger came by.
He looked very strange to me, his skin was yellow. Not oriental in race, just a yellow skinned
man. He stopped and sat on the ground
beside me, and began to question me as to why I was walking down this
particular street.
I
explained to him that I didn’t have the slightest idea, and told him of my
adventure thus far. He began to
laugh. Then he explained.
“You
see, what happened to you was that you had way too much to drink last
night. Now don’t worry, this happens
from time to time. Think back, to last
night when you were in the bar drinking.
What did you do to pass the time,
play a video game, did you?”
“Why
yes I did!”
“Do
you remember which video game you were playing?”
“Now
let me think! Yes, yes I do it was
Pacman!”
“Well
that explains everything!” He said,
laughing.
I noticed the size of his mouth, it must have been three times the size of any mouth I had ever seen before. The inside of his mouth was a bright red, contrasting with his bright yellow skin. Now I realized what happened. I have somehow been transported into that damn Pac-Man game. My mom always told me that some day I would regret spending all my time playing video games!