Collection Of Horror Tales - Chapter 30 A Distant Memory Pt.1

While watching the video, a claustrophobia I thought, I lost in my early childhood, was tensing up in my body. It got stronger and stronger while I got more irritated by the second. What was the meaning of all this, the blue light, the video, the claustrophobia? I just didn’t understand. What was the fucking meaning of all this? Just then, when I stat by myself in the dark surroundings of a stranger’s wardrobe, a long-forgotten memory came to the surface. A memory, that explains. A memory that showed me the reason for my claustrophobia. When it was almost awake in my mind, I fainted. I couldn’t bear the pressure my fear put on my body. But while I slowly faded into an all surrounding darkness, a nightmare forced open by my fear began to unfold.

Where the dream or vision started, and where the darkness ended, was something outside of my knowledge. It kind of got clearer over time, but to be exact the first truly clear things and at the same time the first things I remember later on, was me and my dad in a car. It was no car with running edge technology or especially beautiful structure. Even so one couldn’t deny, that I was inside an old luxurious car with my dad, if you put it into modern standards. He was driving in his usual calm but concentrated driving style through the city. We were going to the main station, to start a trip into the alps. At this point, I couldn’t tell where my mother was, or neither why we are going to travel. A feeling of everything falling in place, like it must be, was apparent in my mind. The turn left we made, because this was the way to the station. The reaction my father made when someone took his priority in traffic, because that is how he always has been.

When we came into the messy infrastructure of the inner city, a hectic was everywhere. One could see people running to somewhere and businessman talking in an agitated manner on the phone. The cars would drive more edgy and everyone was trying to enforce their rights. What I didn’t catch, in my childish interest within new surroundings, was that the same hectic was starting to destroy my dad’s calm nature. It was interrupting, if not openly fighting his nature. This fight was going on for the duration of around fifteen minutes. In the end, the hectic of the City controlled his mind. He became one with the city around him. He became one with its flaws.