THE ORB OF REMORSE

By: The guy who wrote this

It was pouring, once again. This un-ending storm was going to drive me insane! The tap on the windows, the damp, stuffy feeling. And once again I was huddled in my cozy little home, listening to the irritating mocks of the rain, and looking at this strange object I held in my hand. What it is, I do not know, and by some stroke of luck I had received it, and in the few days I had the greenish-yellow sphere, the more protective I felt over it. Since the moment I touched it, everyone wanted it, and hated me for having it. It’s a funny thing what greed can do to a person, what friendships jealousy can destroy. You think I am exaggerating? Ha! You will surely come to my terms, as I go on.

It was, but of course, another dreadful rainy day in London. I lived on a plain street, just a few houses, but right across the street, me so-called “friend” resided in. Rob, was like me, a collector of many antique items. He wears a strange motley, and has a bit of a disgusting rheum covering his left eye, which would actually temp me to look away from him at times. Rob was a fair man, but I myself had always had my concerns. He seems so quick to stab someone in the back for his own personnel gain. He was a bit of an idiot, who could never cease his drinking on the occasion. He also had an endeavor of showing up at just the wrong time. Another odd fellow was the mailman. Although he just delivered my mail, his eyes seemed to wonder over everything he held. These to simple, odd fellows, one being my good friend, couldn’t even hide from jealousy. Ah…jealousy, how it can consume anyone, make them…different. It was nearly 8:00am when I went out into the fists of water to collect my mail. I was surprised when I opened the box to see a worn looking package, big and bulky, and surprisingly heavy for it’s size. Curiosity got the better of me, and I hasted to open it. When I did, I seen the most peculiar looking sphere, which reflected everything around it. It had one small aperture in it’s center, just big enough for an eye to peer into it. I happily raised it to my eye to see what laid within, but to my disappointment, all I seen was darkness. I was a virtuoso of collecting things. Unfortunately, Rob was to. He walked up and greeted me, acting as normal as always, but I seen his eyes wondering towards the object I held in my hand. I passed a farewell to him as I started walking towards my door, when he yelled back: “How’s about we have a dinner together sometime? It’s been ages!” Shocked, I stuttered, and to my dismay I agreed. “Next Friday it is!” he yelled excitedly. How stupid I was to freeze like that! When I seen the look in his eyes, I knew he saw my immolation, so he could get his hands on my treasure. But what’s done is done, I sighed to myself. “Besides, I have always been the superior one when it comes to his drunken self. The next few days, I grew restless! I could swear I seen people looking in my windows, ever since I opened the package! And with everyday, my curiosity controlled me, I spent hours upon hours just looking into the darkness within the sphere. What does it mean?! “What’s in there?” Petty thoughts ran through my mind, and I couldn’t look away from the thing. I had to find out what it was! What the darkness is hiding! My thoughts and curiosity took over, and by Thursday, I was shaky as ever, feeling paranoid of every aspect of life. The simple crack of deathwatches would make me jump. And every day I would peer into the sphere. Darkness! I spat, disappointment showing in my face. Also, all throughout the week, I’ve noticed the grimy figure of Rob, peering into my window. My suspicions grew, and I was convinced he was going to attempt to steal my sphere. At this thought, I remembered about the Dinner tonight. The darkest filling of fear lurched into my stomach. “It was all or nothing” I sighed to myself, preparing for the night ahead.