A time ago, I used to chop down trees at the north of Canada. More than a way of subsistence, I treated it as sport. Chop here, chop that, chop you, chop everything. I was isolated from everyone else in my little cabin in the woods. Away from the world that one day were so kind, and, at the same time, so rigorous with me. And I liked it that way. Twice a month, I would climb down from isolation to the little village at the base of the mountain, to sell chops and buy goods. I am a big guy, but I always got the basic. Cereals, meat, coffee, and I also had a kitchen-garden at the backyard. Every day I woke up, get something to eat, chop up some more, eat again, chop chop chop and then I go to bed. Well not precisely in that orders, or topics, but I don’t know why the hell you are listening so long to the words of a invisible lumberjack. Well, here’s the story.
My little cabin was humble, but nice. It had an old clock on the kitchen wall. Well, if you would call it a kitchen. ANYWAY, the clock was much like my only companion. It helped me not to lose track of time, and I appreciated that, cleaning it occasionally. As a lumberjack, it is my shame to admit that I could never learn to know the time by the sun. In my defense, I can say that shades were quite sparing on that forest, and dawn were always there to tell me that it was time to go home. But, on that fateful days, shades were plentiful.
Don’t ask me from where it came. By the time I realized, the big light was already on top of the biggest tree of the forest, illuminating all the paths my eyes could reach. It was burning, so I couldn’t really sustain a direct look, and the disorientation kept me from running to my cabin. So I just got lost in the woods.
And then, everything got dark. I didn’t faint, but I was definitely lost. At my back, a little light began to rise. I looked at it, and it traveled slowly, until the top of a really big tree. Strange that, it was REALLY big, and I thought myself, I would have noticed a tree so big. I was scared, so I left my axe at the base of that tree and run. Run run run the fastest I could, just to, by the most obviously cliché in horror movies, found myself again at the base of that really big tree, with the light still glowing at the top. After more useless runs with absolutely no narrative purposes, I got angry, and decided to shop down the goddamn tree. The first time I chopped, a big holy fucking THING just burst out of nowhere and tries to touches me. I stood a little afraid, but by the second chop, I noticed that it looked like a mirage. The god-knows-what just got very close to me at every chop, and then it retreated.
I tried some times to change sides at the tree, but the creepy thing just continued to came after me, chop after chop. I tried to ignore the thing, staying in the same place for a while, but then…I just fainted. I don’t know what happened. I was there, chopping, some little branch fell in my head and then I just fainted.
For some reason, I can’t get that damn tree chopped, and I don’t know why. I found this very strange, but it’s like I just can’t get myself to think about it. In my spare time, I tried to get a little distant from the tree to search for my cabin or the village, but suddenly I just faint again and, when I woke up, I am again by the big tree, chopping, without remembering how I got there.
I lost track of time. My companion clock is still out there, somewhere. I don’t know what these faints are. I don’t know why am I chopping that tree. I don’t eat since that light appeared in the skies, I am here for days and don’t feel hungry, and I can’t let myself to think about that, it is just me and my axe and chopping and chopping and chopping chopping chopping chop chop chop chop cho
I feel like I am being controlled.
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