Murder Pen

Just a pen… Right?

I brought a pen home from work yesterday. It is just a simple pen, writing blue in that matter-of-fact way stationary has to do things.

After using it for a while I noticed there is a sticky patch near the tip. Right in where the little metal clip-thingy is screwed into the casing. A damp cloth didn’t seem to clean it. I thought nothing more of it as it didn’t prevent me from using it.

The clock ticked the hours away. Working with pen and paper in the silence of my own home, sitting near the fireplace with a cup of tea. It always makes for an almost zen experience.

As it was getting late my hand slowed down, my eyes were getting out of focus. That must be why I keep seeing the shadows, I told myself. I knew I had about half an hour before the last log would make the fire go dim so I worked faster. And found the shadows closing in more and more… My eyes were heavy, so heavy….

Then the noise came. Like voices and high-pitched laughter. The voices warning me, saying I needed to… Hm, I can’t hear it. The laughter like a maniacal doll, or no, a squirrel, was drowning them out. They were saying…. saying to watch out for… For what?

With a start, I woke up. There was no one there, no voices, no squirrel. My hand hurt. I put my pad and pen on the table and rubbed my eyes. The fire had gone down and it was getting colder, probably what woke me. Yawning I went to the bedroom and within no time at all I was asleep.

This morning after breakfast I collected my stuff to leave for work. That’s when I noticed it. There was a little bit of sticky wetness on the table, right below the pen. When picking it up I noticed a little wound on my hand, where the pen lay against my finger. It matched the new smudge on the pen. Puzzled I looked at it more closely. Nothing strange was to be seen beside the red stain.

Yet I think I need to open the pen. My eyes couldn’t move away from that tip. I need to do it. To unscrew it and see…

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