The Experiment Part 8: Revelations

A new day, a new week, and a new entry into The Experiment. I had thoughts about stopping after this weekend, because I thought I had a good idea of what this story was to be. I was going to take it and write a proper short story with it and send it off somewhere (or just publish it via Inkitt or the like). However, I remembered that’s not why I started this little project. I have plenty stories I’m working on right now, this was only to be an experiment in free writing. So, I’ve come back to my senses. We’ll see how long this lasts. If you need to catch up, click here. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

The Experiment (Cont)

My dad stared at me for an uncomfortable amount of time. I don’t think he knew exactly what to say, until the obvious came to mind.

“Why are you asking about demons?”

Good question. I don’t believe in demons. I don’t think I believe in demons. Still, I needed to pursue all possibilities. Was this a possibility? At this point, I don’t know.

“I’m having these dreams.” I start. He doesn’t let me finish. Never has.

“Dreams? Are you dreaming about demons?” His eyes are large behind his thick wire-rimmed glasses. His brow wrinkles and he presses his fingertips down on the desk.

“I don’t know. I’m dreaming about something. Shadows. The thing is, they don’t stay in my dreams.”

Dad sits back in his chair and looks like a sail on a still day. So old and pale. When did he get like this?

“Tell me everything, Robert. Please. I’m listening.”

I rattle off everything. From the dream a couple nights ago to the voices in the woods this morning. He listens. Soaks it all in. Couple of times I could see him mutter something. Probably praying. Did that mean he believed this could be demons?

“So, what do you think?” I ask. I look at the cross on his desk. Faith, hope, and Love it says. Somehow, it doesn’t repulse me this time.

“You’re mother saw demons.” Dad says. My eyes snap from the cross to his eyes. Pain there. Lots of pain. Mom’s death rocked him hard. It rocked all of us. I didn’t stay around to see how bad it was for him. Couldn’t deal with it. It was his fault anyway. But, the pain I see right now. It’s been years, but it looks so fresh.

Times Up!

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