Library: The Wanderer of Souls

When Night was young, he was thought to be a girl because his privates did not develop until he reached his prime. Also Night tended to live with his thoughts in another realm, paying little attention to the things that normal little boys and later teenage boys, and later to that activity which grown men found so stimulating. Night would awaken at midnight, if he slept at all, and he would hear things that he interpreted as another language. He thought it the language of some dead creature inhabiting his mother, but to most it was thought to be the crickets chirping in the bathroom under the sink basin. So there he was, sleeping as normal, in his underpants, going on 16 years old, and who should he wake up to find peering down at him, but a red-eyed Japanese vampire-troll whispering in some unidentifiable language. "Mom?" He started to ask sleepily. As he focused more clearly on the entity, he noticed some beginnings of a mustache. No, definitely not the mother. His mother did not shave her mustache. Come to think of it, she did not even have a mustache. The Japanese Vampire-Troll took a step back, because it saw the boy moving and speaking. It did not seem to care to put its face too close, and so it stepped a full 3 feet away from young Night. This did nothing to ease the foul smell now permeating the sleeping room. Night pulled the bedcovers up to his nose and prayed the thing would go away. The creature's eyes suddenly reflected some moonlight which just so happened to filter at that very moment in through the curtains of Night's bedroom window. The eyes changed to a hue of light blue, with purple rims, and purple veins. It would have scared any normal child and caused him to wet the bed. But Night simply stared back, praying even more fervently that the stinking Vampire-Troll would quickly exit left stage (since that is where the only door was located). As it was, Night blinked his eyes quickly, and by the time he opened them again, the creature was gone. Night believed it was gone, and closed his eyes. He fell back to sleep, thinking that this was just another infernal creature and that he would never see it again. It seemed like a new creature emerged every night. The next morning Night sat down at the table munching on a bowl of Multi-Bran Chex. For some reason his mother bought these instead of his favorite cereal Honey Nut Cheerios. His mother was a health-freak and she bought only cereal with at least 6 grams of dietary fiber. She also only bought soy milk. She'd read something in a magazine from PETA one time about the legal amount of cow pus in commercial dairy milk. His mother was a hippie if he ever saw one. She looked vaguely like a troll, that is true, he admitted willingly enough. She was short, kind of square-shaped, she had big blue eyes framed by thick glasses, brown hair, kind of balding on the top, and she wore garish red lipstick.

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Library: The Wanderer of Souls