"Allen, David - Tom's Awakening" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allen David)Tom's Awakening
Tom stood in the doorway of his brand new house grinning like an idiot. Not that he could help it, his excitement was unbearable. In fact, he could barely resist the urge to jump up and down with joy. It was Tom's first house, his first shot at being a completely self-sufficient man. How could anyone be glum at such a moment? The house was not in the best condition. It's paint was falling off and quite frankly, it reeked. But Tom could not be daunted by such trivial factors. This was his house, by golly, and he could have cared less whether it smelled like rotting squirrel or not. "I have arrived." Tom said through his disgustingly wide grin. "I am home at last." Head held up high, Tom took his very first step into the house. Floor boards creaked and groaned beneath his feet, yet to Tom it was beautiful music. The house was welcoming him in it's own special way. Tom wasted no time in settling in. Within a mere hour, he had unpacked all three of his bags. After he finished, Tom decided it was time to tidy up. The house did smell a little and it could use a dusting. The day went by slowly, but by nightfall Tom was rewarded by the sight and smell of a clean home. A pair of gunshots rang out in the distance as Tom collapsed in his easy chair. "This may not be the best neighborhood," he said to himself. "But this is my house and I intend to treasure it." After expressing his sheer intelligence, Tom lapsed into unconsciousness. When he awoke, Tom was sprawled out in a lawn chair. He glanced around fearfully at the unfamiliar surroundings, "Not again…" he mumbled. "THOMAS!!" The voice did nothing to relieve his fears. "Oh no." he murmured. "THOMAS!!" Tom shut his eyes, wishing for sleep to come and whisk him back to his house. "THOMAS!!" It was not working. Tom stood to his feet and prepared to face his fears. "I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU!" he bellowed. He was standing on the back porch of a rather ugly home. The lawn chair he had just awoken in lay beside a very filthy pool. The water swirled and bubbled as the filters tried in vain to clear the muck from it's reaches. Tom had been here before. "THOMAS!!!" The voice was certainly closer now. It was coming from the inside of that frightening house… Fear overwhelmed him. Tom did not want to stick around too see what monstrosity was coming his way. He dove head first into the murky waters of the pool. Tom found himself laying on the floor beside the easy chair. He was back at last. Oh the horrors, for years that same terrible dream had plagued him. Yet poor Tom always forgot the dream the minute he started thinking about it. "That voice…" Tom's brow creased. He could not remember anymore. It was already gone. Shrugging it off, Tom went to his bedroom and climbed into his bed. Actually, it was a mere couch, but Tom had to cut certain expenses in order to purchase such a fine home as this. As far as he was concerned, it was a king sized bed. Tom had only dozed for a few minutes earlier, and he was exhausted from his long day of moving in. It was time to go to sleep so that he could start tomorrow fresh. Perhaps in the morning he could venture out and find a job… His eyes fluttered open. It was still night, Tom wondered what had pulled him from his sleep. He glanced around and panic set in. "Oh no…" This dream was some how more frightening than the other one. He was in a white room with padded walls. The room was dangerously tiny and the only door was locked tight. It was always locked. There was also a camera in the upper left corner of the room, it's motors whirred as it rotated slowly from left to right. Tom shivered, he did not like it here. This dream frightened him. He squeezed his eyelids shut, hoping that he would be back in his room when he opened them… No such luck, he was still trapped in the tiny padded room. The door burst open and two large men scuttled in. Tom knew what was coming. One man took hold of Tom's arms while the other prepared a glistening syringe. "Nighty night, Tommy." The man grunted as he jammed the needle into Tom's arm. Tom did not fight it. He knew that the needle was the only way he could get out of this terrible place. Morning came and Tom raced to his bathroom. He was terribly eager to give his new shower a try. In the back of his mind he recalled having another bad dream, though he could not put a finger on it. His thoughts scattered to the wind as the shower commenced. It was certainly a wonderful shower. A fine example of modern plumbing technology. Tom got dressed in his finest attire and prepared a lovely breakfast. Toast. As he dined, the idea of job hunting began to lose it's appeal. He could go another day. This was his first day in his new home. He had to spend the day inside. He had more cleaning to do and perhaps even some gardening. The lawn certainly needed mowing and the driveway needed desperate sweeping. And so Tom spent his day working hard on his new home. When the sun finally began to set, he was completely exhausted. Without thinking twice, Tom dozed off in the easy chair. "THOMAS!!" He snapped back into consciousness. "THOMAS!!" The voice. Tom cringed. He hated that voice. "THOMAS!!" That was enough. Tom could not take it. Every time he dozed off that annoying voice would assault him. He would end it here. "THOMAS!!" He was standing in a terribly untidy living room. The ugly green couch in the far corner was piled high with books and magazines, the television set lay on its side. Tom turned in the direction of the voice and clenched his fist. There was a narrow hall way ahead. Somehow Tom knew where to go… He darted into the kitchen and snatched up a knife. "THOMAS!!" Down the hallway he went. Toward the voice that had always scared him. The voice that he had grown to hate so much. He passed two door ways, he knew the voice to be in the last room on the right. He entered, the knife behind his back. The room reeked more than a heap of fresh maggots. The walls were painted in the ugliest shade of blue that Tom had ever seen and the carpet was completely layered in stains. In the center of the room was a very large bed. An even larger woman lay in the center of the bed. She was huge, in fact. Tom knew that she was the source of the foul odor and of the dreaded voice. She opened her mouth, "THOMAS!!" she shouted without so much as glancing toward the doorway. Tom growled, "I am right here." The woman turned, "Get mommy some water, Thomas." Mommy? What a horrid nightmare. This disgusting beast was not his mother. It was all a dream, Tom would embrace the power now held. "No." Before the woman could react, Tom plunged the knife into her neck. She shrieked and fell to the floor, blood gurgling out of her newly remodeled throat. Tom took a step back and slipped. His head hit the floor with a cruel thud. He was now laying in his living room right beside the easy chair he had just fallen asleep in. He thought hard, trying to remember what cruel dream he had suffered. But all memories of the dream were instantly gone. "I had better go to bed." Tom told himself. When the men came with their needle, Tom was ready. He kicked the first man in the jaw and dove through the second man's legs. The men were obviously shocked by this, for their reaction time was incredibly slow. Tom took advantage of their error and ran full speed down the long hallway… He ran like a mad man for the exit sign that hung over the very last door. His bare feet slapped the tiles violently as he ran. Behind him he could hear his pursuers. Tom burst through the exit door and plunged down the stairway. He was almost free… Morning came. Tom found himself laying in the bathroom doorway. He shook his head, wondering what sort of terribly nightmares had assaulted him last night. There was a thud on the front door. Tom grinned like a fool, "My first paper!" He ran to the front door and plucked the paper off the ground. Oh how beautiful it was. His very first paper. Tom tossed the paper on the kitchen table and hurried to the shower. Perhaps today he would find a job. Toast in hand, Tom settled down at the kitchen table to read the paper. The headlines sent a chill down his spine. 'Local Boy Slaughters His Mother In Cold Blood!' "Oh my." Tom mumbled, his voice layered in disgust. "That poor woman." He flipped the page. 'Maniac Escapes From Asylum!' Tom shook his head, "I feel safer already. What's this world coming to?" The End Tom's Awakening
Tom stood in the doorway of his brand new house grinning like an idiot. Not that he could help it, his excitement was unbearable. In fact, he could barely resist the urge to jump up and down with joy. It was Tom's first house, his first shot at being a completely self-sufficient man. How could anyone be glum at such a moment? The house was not in the best condition. It's paint was falling off and quite frankly, it reeked. But Tom could not be daunted by such trivial factors. This was his house, by golly, and he could have cared less whether it smelled like rotting squirrel or not. "I have arrived." Tom said through his disgustingly wide grin. "I am home at last." Head held up high, Tom took his very first step into the house. Floor boards creaked and groaned beneath his feet, yet to Tom it was beautiful music. The house was welcoming him in it's own special way. Tom wasted no time in settling in. Within a mere hour, he had unpacked all three of his bags. After he finished, Tom decided it was time to tidy up. The house did smell a little and it could use a dusting. The day went by slowly, but by nightfall Tom was rewarded by the sight and smell of a clean home. A pair of gunshots rang out in the distance as Tom collapsed in his easy chair. "This may not be the best neighborhood," he said to himself. "But this is my house and I intend to treasure it." After expressing his sheer intelligence, Tom lapsed into unconsciousness. When he awoke, Tom was sprawled out in a lawn chair. He glanced around fearfully at the unfamiliar surroundings, "Not again…" he mumbled. "THOMAS!!" The voice did nothing to relieve his fears. "Oh no." he murmured. "THOMAS!!" Tom shut his eyes, wishing for sleep to come and whisk him back to his house. "THOMAS!!" It was not working. Tom stood to his feet and prepared to face his fears. "I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU!" he bellowed. He was standing on the back porch of a rather ugly home. The lawn chair he had just awoken in lay beside a very filthy pool. The water swirled and bubbled as the filters tried in vain to clear the muck from it's reaches. Tom had been here before. "THOMAS!!!" The voice was certainly closer now. It was coming from the inside of that frightening house… Fear overwhelmed him. Tom did not want to stick around too see what monstrosity was coming his way. He dove head first into the murky waters of the pool. Tom found himself laying on the floor beside the easy chair. He was back at last. Oh the horrors, for years that same terrible dream had plagued him. Yet poor Tom always forgot the dream the minute he started thinking about it. "That voice…" Tom's brow creased. He could not remember anymore. It was already gone. Shrugging it off, Tom went to his bedroom and climbed into his bed. Actually, it was a mere couch, but Tom had to cut certain expenses in order to purchase such a fine home as this. As far as he was concerned, it was a king sized bed. Tom had only dozed for a few minutes earlier, and he was exhausted from his long day of moving in. It was time to go to sleep so that he could start tomorrow fresh. Perhaps in the morning he could venture out and find a job… His eyes fluttered open. It was still night, Tom wondered what had pulled him from his sleep. He glanced around and panic set in. "Oh no…" This dream was some how more frightening than the other one. He was in a white room with padded walls. The room was dangerously tiny and the only door was locked tight. It was always locked. There was also a camera in the upper left corner of the room, it's motors whirred as it rotated slowly from left to right. Tom shivered, he did not like it here. This dream frightened him. He squeezed his eyelids shut, hoping that he would be back in his room when he opened them… No such luck, he was still trapped in the tiny padded room. The door burst open and two large men scuttled in. Tom knew what was coming. One man took hold of Tom's arms while the other prepared a glistening syringe. "Nighty night, Tommy." The man grunted as he jammed the needle into Tom's arm. Tom did not fight it. He knew that the needle was the only way he could get out of this terrible place. Morning came and Tom raced to his bathroom. He was terribly eager to give his new shower a try. In the back of his mind he recalled having another bad dream, though he could not put a finger on it. His thoughts scattered to the wind as the shower commenced. It was certainly a wonderful shower. A fine example of modern plumbing technology. Tom got dressed in his finest attire and prepared a lovely breakfast. Toast. As he dined, the idea of job hunting began to lose it's appeal. He could go another day. This was his first day in his new home. He had to spend the day inside. He had more cleaning to do and perhaps even some gardening. The lawn certainly needed mowing and the driveway needed desperate sweeping. And so Tom spent his day working hard on his new home. When the sun finally began to set, he was completely exhausted. Without thinking twice, Tom dozed off in the easy chair. "THOMAS!!" He snapped back into consciousness. "THOMAS!!" The voice. Tom cringed. He hated that voice. "THOMAS!!" That was enough. Tom could not take it. Every time he dozed off that annoying voice would assault him. He would end it here. "THOMAS!!" He was standing in a terribly untidy living room. The ugly green couch in the far corner was piled high with books and magazines, the television set lay on its side. Tom turned in the direction of the voice and clenched his fist. There was a narrow hall way ahead. Somehow Tom knew where to go… He darted into the kitchen and snatched up a knife. "THOMAS!!" Down the hallway he went. Toward the voice that had always scared him. The voice that he had grown to hate so much. He passed two door ways, he knew the voice to be in the last room on the right. He entered, the knife behind his back. The room reeked more than a heap of fresh maggots. The walls were painted in the ugliest shade of blue that Tom had ever seen and the carpet was completely layered in stains. In the center of the room was a very large bed. An even larger woman lay in the center of the bed. She was huge, in fact. Tom knew that she was the source of the foul odor and of the dreaded voice. She opened her mouth, "THOMAS!!" she shouted without so much as glancing toward the doorway. Tom growled, "I am right here." The woman turned, "Get mommy some water, Thomas." Mommy? What a horrid nightmare. This disgusting beast was not his mother. It was all a dream, Tom would embrace the power now held. "No." Before the woman could react, Tom plunged the knife into her neck. She shrieked and fell to the floor, blood gurgling out of her newly remodeled throat. Tom took a step back and slipped. His head hit the floor with a cruel thud. He was now laying in his living room right beside the easy chair he had just fallen asleep in. He thought hard, trying to remember what cruel dream he had suffered. But all memories of the dream were instantly gone. "I had better go to bed." Tom told himself. When the men came with their needle, Tom was ready. He kicked the first man in the jaw and dove through the second man's legs. The men were obviously shocked by this, for their reaction time was incredibly slow. Tom took advantage of their error and ran full speed down the long hallway… He ran like a mad man for the exit sign that hung over the very last door. His bare feet slapped the tiles violently as he ran. Behind him he could hear his pursuers. Tom burst through the exit door and plunged down the stairway. He was almost free… Morning came. Tom found himself laying in the bathroom doorway. He shook his head, wondering what sort of terribly nightmares had assaulted him last night. There was a thud on the front door. Tom grinned like a fool, "My first paper!" He ran to the front door and plucked the paper off the ground. Oh how beautiful it was. His very first paper. Tom tossed the paper on the kitchen table and hurried to the shower. Perhaps today he would find a job. Toast in hand, Tom settled down at the kitchen table to read the paper. The headlines sent a chill down his spine. 'Local Boy Slaughters His Mother In Cold Blood!' "Oh my." Tom mumbled, his voice layered in disgust. "That poor woman." He flipped the page. 'Maniac Escapes From Asylum!' Tom shook his head, "I feel safer already. What's this world coming to?" The End |
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