Originally posted on 5/24/2014 on malaker.32hertz.com
I would like to, at this time, introduce to you a Jack Creapoltski. Jack is not what you would call a good man, he is your typical management type. He spends his life getting ahead off of the work of other people while treating them like vermin and not giving them any of the credit or the rewards that they deserve. Hard-working people who can not just go find another job. People who, like the ones that are stuck in an abusive relationship, are afraid to stand up for themselves and get out of the situation that they are in, or believe that they simply can not do better for themselves. So Jack keeps getting ahead doing little more than demeaning or degrading the people that work for him and collecting the praise, and the money, and the rewards from his superiors.
At home, things are a little bit different for Jack. Jack lives with his mom Betty, he says that he still lives with her in order to save money, but the talk around town is that his mom simply will not allow him to move out. You see, unlike at work, Jack is the one that is degraded and demeaned. Ever since he was born she has ruled over Jack with an iron fist. Always keeping a close watchful eye on him his mother seems to revel in letting him know every time he is doing something wrong, pointing out all of his mistakes, and in informing him that he is worthless and will never amount to anything at all.
Understandably, when Jack is home from work he keeps himself locked up in his room as much as he can. Can you imagine a grown man locked up in his room? He tries to stay as quiet as possible because any type of loud noise would surely stir his mom and bring her wrath. Even ordinary things people do every day, such as flushing the toilet, or getting a glass of water would get her roused up and on the rampage. No, it must be something Jack really, really needs for him to risk making any noise at all.
When he is secure from his mom’s prying vision Jack likes to spend his free time doing “write-ups”, which are official reprimands for his employees. Once an employee is unlucky enough to receive three of these “write-ups” they can be fired. A “write-up” can be given for the smallest of offenses and Jack NEVER misses an opportunity to hand one out.
On this particular night, Jack finished writing out his reprimands rather early and after contemplating for some time about if he missed any, he decided to watch some television. As the evening wore on Jack began to slowly drift off until finally, he fell completely asleep sitting upright in his chair.
BANG! BANG! BANG! A knock on the door came loud and fierce. So loud in fact you would have thought pictures would have fallen off of the wall, but Jack showed no signs at all of hearing the loud knock.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! The knock came again this time even louder and more fierce than before. One might wonder just how the door stayed between Jack and the visitor who seems to so urgently need the door opened. This time the loud banging also seems to have stirred Jack, who’s snoring stops as his head begins to move around a little before his eyes snap open wide with a fearful gaze. “Mother?” he thinks as his eyes focus and a sense of urgency and fear overcome him “Is the t.v. disturbing her?” he even thinks in a trembling tone. Jack looks at his digital alarm clock and notices the time – 4:11.
Frantically he looks around for the remote to his television as beads of sweat form on his head. “WHERE IS THE REMOTE?” he shouts to himself knowing that he had it when he fell asleep. Total panic begins to set in “I don’t want to listen to mother right now”. The television is playing a noisy rock video and is really making the situation a lot worse. “There it is!” Jack thinks as he finally finds the remote under his chair. He quickly presses the power button and a very loud silence fills the room as everything goes dark except for the numbers on the alarm clock. Jack looks toward the door eyes wide and full of fear. Time comes to a stand-still and nothing short of eternity goes by.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Again on the door and pure terror grips Jack. He feels his hairs stand up. His muscles begin to shake uncontrollably. “There is no way that that is mother knocking”, Jack thinks as he realizes that whoever is knocking is far stronger than his mother. Sweat now dripping down his face and a deep panic fully set in. Now Jack wonders where his mom is, and how she could not hear this ferocious knock and not be on her way, or maybe this THING got her first. His eyes adjusting finally to the light he looks at and notices the door frame, and more specifically the long nails that are literally being knocked out by this terrifying visitor.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Again and the door falls in right off the frame slamming to the floor with a thunderous paralyzing thud. A large dark figure that Jack cannot quite make out is looking at him and starts to move in. Jack cannot move, petrified with fear he stares blankly as the figure moves toward him with amazing speed. Jack did not have time to blink as the figure struck him and he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. The figure seemed to vanish instantly and everything went dark.
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