Are You Unfulfilled?

📅 Published on June 21, 2020

“Are You Unfulfilled?”

Written by Jay Zarate
Edited by Craig Groshek
Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek
Narrated by N/A

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ESTIMATED READING TIME — 4 minutes

Rating: 10.00/10. From 2 votes.
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Are you unfulfilled?

I want to help you. Specifically you. Yes, you, the one reading this going “Is he really talking to me?” Yes, I‘m really talking to you. I know you, I know your type. Bored, frustrated with life, seeking that thrill that’ll make you feel again. So deprived of anything that even the idea of being uncomfortably terrified has becoming alluring to you. I know you. I can see you through your open blinds.

Ha!

Bet that got ya, didn’t it? No one ever closes their blinds. That’s what makes it easy for me to get ya.

I’m about to give you a gift. Not just any gift, but the gift of fulfillment. Now I know what you’re thinking: “God, that sounds lame”. But hear me out, it’s worth it. I promise.

As long as you’re reasonably intelligent and keen to details, getting this gift is going to be a breeze.

What’s that?

Why should you care?

Well, I guess you have a point. Maybe I’m just blowing smoke up my own ass and I should leave you to sit in that dirty room staring at your greasy screen alone like you do every night. Maybe tomorrow or the day after that, or the day after that, or the day after that, you’ll finally scratch that itch and feel happy with yourself again. Who knows, maybe the meaning of self-fulfillment really is wasting your time picking your nose and smelling your own farts browsing the internet every goddamn day, racking up the data plan bill.

You did turn off cellular data when you got home, right?

Oops.

Now, for those of you who are seeking a little more to life than a hunchback and a greasy reflection staring back at you every time something loads, you’ve stumbled upon the right place. Well, not stumbled.

I chose you.

All this is going to take is a keen attention to detail and a little bit of finesse. First off, clean yourself up.

Look, I know this is your house and I shouldn’t give you shit about what you’re wearing, but c’mon, how many days now have you been wearing that shirt? I can smell it through here. Put something clean on, shower if you can.

You won’t stand a chance if they can smell you.

Right, I should mention that. The gift comes with a few… how do you say… obstacles. I can’t technically give you something without getting something back. That’s not how demons work.

Yes, I am a demon. Yes, I would like your soul, but no, it’s not my top priority. Besides, I’ve seen your search history, buddy. I already know I’m getting that no matter what.

Just kidding. For now.

I’m waiting for you to cave in and watch those special videos…

No, what I want is different. I want influence. You see, the soul game works like a business. We need ads and models and product samples and yadda, yadda, yadda. You don’t gotta worry about the logistics, I’ve chosen you for a reason. You’re smart, even if you don’t know it.

Don’t get touchy-feely on me. I only say that because Devil knows you need every confidence boost your sad little psyche can get.

Back to the matter at hand. You’ve hopefully showered now, nice and clean. You got underneath your nails, right? Good.

Step two, bait the house. I said they can smell you, and smell you they can. Sprinkle those dirty clothes in hard to reach areas. The dogs can’t climb, so the higher the better.

Not too high now. You don’t want the bugs getting hold of it and finding out you’ve lied. They hate liars, and they despise cheaters.

Stay away from closed doors, too. I don’t know exactly where those hands come from or what they attach to. I do know, however, that I’ve never seen the same pair twice.

Step three, arm yourself. Knives don’t work and guns give you away. Crosses are okay, but… save those for a last-ditch effort. Mirrors. Mirrors. Save. Lives. You want something big, not too big that it becomes a burden, but big enough so you can hide behind.

People lose their shit looking at those things; they claw their eyes out and eat them. They rip apart their skin and beat their skulls in against desks so they can destroy what’s left of their minds. One prospect used a skull shard as a spoon but ended up paralyzing himself on accident before he could get the job adequately done, just stood there staring and crying. That’s why it’s important you don’t look. Instead, use their weapons against them.

If you hear something, close your eyes and use this rule of thumb:

If it slithers, close your mouth and plug your nose. If it claws, get high and don’t make noise. If it’s quiet and it’s cold, raise the mirror, hold it close.

Now that you’re armed, prepped and dangerous, you’re ready for the last step.

Start the game.

To start it, wait until exactly 3 AM. The witching hour. That’s the good news: you only have to last one hour. One.

Once the clock has reached 3 AM, stand in the middle of your living room and turn off all the lights. Pitch black. Outside lights count, too. Any light visible beneath the door frame is bad news for you. Sit down in the center, close your eyes, and wait for the door to open. It doesn’t matter which one. Just remember that one is now closed. Doors and hands, remember.

Once it shuts, open your eyes and move. Remember what I told you.  If you make it through the hour all you need to do to end the game is say my name. I’ll be right there to whisper it in your ear. Once you hear it, you only need to whisper too. I can’t run the risk of telling you beforehand and letting you fuck things up before they even begin. If you think what you’ll go through is horrible, imagine what the Devil will do to me.

It’s just a game of ‘stay away’. A bit of hide and seek, a bit of tag.

A bit of something else.

All you need to do is stay away, pay attention to your surroundings, and remember everything I’ve told you. That being said, welcome to the game.

What’s that?

You didn’t know?

Oh, man, I feel silly. I forgot to mention that, didn’t I?

Oops.

The game starts when you learn how to play. Do you see the time? I would start moving if I were you. Just think about how fulfilled you’ll feel after all this is done! You’ll definitely have scratched that itch.

Remember to pay attention to detail. Pitch black.

And close those blinds.

No one ever remembers to close their blinds.

That’s what makes so it so easy for me to get you.

Rating: 10.00/10. From 2 votes.
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Written by Jay Zarate
Edited by Craig Groshek
Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek
Narrated by N/A

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