Attack of the Killer Imagination!

11 Dec

teddy

“I wish he could talk to me” Ben told his mother. He was referring to his favorite teddy bear Chase.

“If you use your imagination, Ben, he can” his mother answered, barely paying attention to the boy.

Ben´s eyes lit up with the possibilities. His mother´s words echoed in his head, “If you use your imagination…..”

A few moments passed and Ben snapped out of his trance. He grabbed his teddy bear off the floor and told his mother he was going to his room.

Once in his room, Ben sat the teddy bear at the head of the bed as if the bear needed to relax. He went into his closet. He took a shoe lace from one of his sneakers. He proceeded to tie it around the bears neck.

“You´re gonna talk and you´re gonna talk now” Ben said.

The bear just looked at him with his plastic eyes reflecting Ben´s angry face.

“You´re gonna be a hero, huh?” and with that Ben tightened the shoe lace.

Still, the teddy bear gave no satisfaction to Ben. Ben wound up an elbow and struck it across the bear´s face. “Talk!” he said. He struck the bear a few more times.

“Okay, okay!” the bear finally said. “What do you want to know?”

“I knew you weren´t so tough!” Ben said, triumphantly. “I want to know what Mom got me for Christmas and I want to know now!”

“How the fuck should I know?” the bear answered.

“Hey, watch your mouth!” Ben said.

“It´s your imagination who is doing the talking, pal” the bear answered defiantly.

“Yeah, you right. But back to the subject. What did Mom get me for Christmas?” Ben asked again.

“I don´t know!” Either I am with you or I am in your room. It´s not like I can just get up and walk around the house you know!” the bear said.

Ben thought quickly. If imagining gets the bear to talk, then maybe imagining can get him to move. “You´re gonna figure it out for me one way or another” Ben said.

“Fuck you” the bear said.

“I said stop that!” Ben complained.

“Again, you are in charge here….Hello?!” the bear said in a snarky tone.

“True. But anyway, tonight, when my mom is asleep, I´m gonna want you to go into her room and look in her closet. I need to know what I´m getting” Ben said.

“That´s a stupid fucking idea. You know your mom is a light sleeper” the bear said.

Ben was furious at the bear´s foul mouth. He let it go this time. He simply said, “You´ll make it work. I´ll use my imagination”

Later that night when the house was quite and still, the alarm Ben set on his cell phone went off. He looked over at Chase the Bear´s chair but he was not there. With his legs still on the mattress he leaned off the side of the bed and had a look under. Nothing. He was sure he had put Chase in his chair before nodding off to sleep.

The he felt as if a small animal had jumped on the other side of the bed. He jumped up. There were no pets in the house since his beloved cat died three months earlier. Then he felt a weight on his chest and something fury forcing its way into his mouth. It was Chase!

“I am so sick and tired of you kid” Chase said as he shoved his arm into Ben´s mouth and covered his nose with the other.

Ben couldn´t make a sound. He felt powerless against the otherwise weightless bear. The more he wanted to struggle the more he could not. Tears were streaming down his eyes.

“This is just your imagination, kid” Chase said. “You´re in control here”

All Ben could do was cry. His head started to feel light. He couldn´t hear much. His desperation was rounding the curve and turning into an eerie calm. Then, he felt a vibration by his side. Then he heard a familiar music start to play. Softly at first, gradually getting louder.

All of a sudden he felt sweet air fill his lungs. He looked around. His face was dry. No tears had fallen. He looked to his side. Chase was sitting there just as he had left him there.

That day Ben decided to think twice before using his imagination.

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9 Responses to “Attack of the Killer Imagination!”

  1. Eric Tonningsen December 11, 2014 at 9:15 pm #

    Very clever, Mr. I. You had me going in another direction. 🙂 This is how I dream, too often.

    • Ryan December 12, 2014 at 12:04 pm #

      Ouch! I would not wish these kinds of dreams on anyone! As a teenager into my twenties I suffered from night terrors. They are to date the most terrifying experiences in my life and I have lived a crazy life. Here in Brazil, I´ve been robbed at gunpoint, had police mistaken me for a robber and ripped of my scooter at gunpoint, been attacked by dogs, had bad sickness and to date the terror I experienced in those dreams supersedes them all. Just out of curiosity, which direction where you heading to? As always, thanks for taking the time, my friend!

      • Eric Tonningsen December 13, 2014 at 5:20 am #

        Not surprisingly, I sensed Ben was going to take his own life. Call me predictable.

      • Ryan December 13, 2014 at 2:51 pm #

        I wouldn´t call YOU predictable. I would say that you have read a lot of what I write! 🙂

      • Eric Tonningsen December 13, 2014 at 7:05 pm #

        Actually, I’m often unpredictable so your assessment is accurate. 😉

  2. Road to Servitude May 23, 2015 at 10:38 pm #

    Last line dropped like a bomb.

    • Ryan May 23, 2015 at 10:41 pm #

      Thank you very much for taking the time to read and and more so for commenting. I´ll take that as high praise. Thanks again.

  3. Road to Servitude May 24, 2015 at 12:35 am #

    Hah yes, I just realised that it was a bit ambiguous. I meant it in a positive sense, as you appear to have detected 😛

    • Ryan May 24, 2015 at 2:37 pm #

      It´s something I would say and I would only say it as a compliment. I´m a sucker for a sentence that moves. me. Again, thanks brother!

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