The Within

It starts with your first cry,” the white-haired gentleman sitting next to me says. “Moments after you are born your demon is as well, a microscopic creature that grows as you do.” He takes a sip from the tumbler of whiskey he got moments ago and sucks in a breath from the burn.

“Melvin, honey, stop scaring the nice young man,” Barb—I think the bartender said her name was Barb—says from the other end of the bar while cleaning glasses.

I look up from my rum and Coke, realizing the two of them are talking about me. “I’m sorry,” I say, looking around the cramped room again. There are two tables with people who look lost in their own worlds. I’m out of place here, a new person trespassing on the regulars’ sanctuary. “Were you talking to me?”

“Sometimes the truth is scary, Barbara, you know that.” Melvin points a crooked finger at her while still holding his drink. He winces after taking another sip. “He knows it, too. Look at him. You know what his world is.” He’s still facing straight ahead, watching me through the mirror that is the wall behind the bar. “The doctors haven’t helped you, have they, son?”

I shift in my seat, glancing sideways at him. For a moment I let the question sit. Demon, I hear Melvin’s voice in my head. I decide to play along. “No they can’t. They say there’s nothing wrong with me. Not physically, at least.”

Melvin lets out a sharp laugh that turns into a cough. “Physically wrong? Oh, no, I can tell that just by looking at you. You’re what, twenty-five, maybe six? I bet you haven’t been physically sick in years. We both know I’m not talking about that kind of doctor.”

“Melvin!” Barb says. “You stop that right now. Leave that poor boy alone. You’ll run off my new customer.”

He doesn’t move his body but tilts his eyes up to Barb and then returns his gaze to me, waiting. No one reacts to the scene playing out between us.

“You mean psychiatrists? Yeah, I’ve seen my fair share,” I say. “They send me back to a regular doctor, who then sends me to a different psychiatrist. But I gave up on that a while ago.”

He takes a long swig of his drink, finishes it, and swivels his stool to face me. Barb comes over and refills the glass. Melvin brings up his right hand between our chests, palm facing me with his fingers spread. He’s looking at me with his head cocked, like he’s searching for something. “You feel him, son. I know you do. You’ve felt him for years, inside you. He’s become more of you than you are yourself.”

My stomach churns and I put my hand on the edge of the bar to steady myself. Pain isn’t the right word. It’s not painful. It’s anguish. Emptiness. Working from my stomach out in all directions. Pushing through my veins, invading me.

“You’ve seen him,” Melvin says. “Behind your eyes when you look in the mirror. You aren’t crazy, son. You just weren’t meant for this world.”

I grip the edge of the bar. It’s there. I saw it the other night, behind my eyes, a creature made of black ink. A drip fell from it and a burning ache seeped through my body. I had felt that thousands of times and now I finally knew what it was.

Melvin leans in and points his finger at my heart, almost touching my chest. “He’s never been there. You’ve fought him off. No one knows what you’ve gone through. The internal battles you fight every day.”

He’s right. Every word. The old man saw me for who I am. My eyes fill with tears. My body feels heavy. I’m tired, so tired, from fighting, holding the thing at bay as it inches closer.

“There’s much more to this physical world than we know. They are waiting to be learned if you truly open yourself to them. Just because society says something is weak and cowardly doesn’t mean it’s true. Maybe they just don’t understand.”

“I… I… It doesn’t hurt but it never goes away. Everything I do.”

“I know, son,” Melvin says in a quiet voice. “It’s okay. I promise.” His finger touches my chest and the sensation plunges into my heart.

In one moment, years of defenses topple down. My body. My mind. My soul. Exquisite peace.

“Thank you.” I stand up and walk out of the bar.

***

A minute later the sound of a single gunshot from the alley fills the bar. Barb says to Melvin while washing a glass, “Don’t you dare tell me he’s in a better place.”

“He isn’t,” Melvin says. “But he’s in a place where he can fight. Where he can win, if he is strong enough.”

“Is he?”

“I hope so.” Melvin winces as another sip of whiskey sears his throat.

∼ Mark Steinwachs

© Copyright 2017 Mark Steinwachs. All Rights Reserved.
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About Mark Steinwachs

Mark writes horror with a supernatural leaning, in many cases mixing old world with new. Over a decade traveling in tour buses as a roadie plus time as a United States Marine, and a rave DJ/promoter has given him a unique set of experiences to pull from for his stories.

22 responses to “The Within”

  1. jenanita01 says :

    Brilliantly creepy, with a hidden truth and meaning for the rest of us mere mortals…

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  2. http://www.salpa58.wordpress.com says :

    More than humans walk this earth. Well done. ☺

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  3. afstewart says :

    A dark story that slithers right into your brain. I loved it.

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  4. Joseph Pinto says :

    Nicely done, Mark. Remind not to sit at the bar with you… 😉

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  5. Lee Andrew Forman says :

    Great story, Mark! I love how it ends!

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  6. Dead Donovan says :

    Hell, yeah! There are many ways to fight your demons. Loved this. (PR)

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  7. John Potts Jr says :

    Damn Mark, that was intense! Great opener. You had a pretty slick transition to the end, well done man.

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  8. John Potts Jr says :

    Reblogged this on and commented:
    Mark Steinwachs is writing honest-to-goodness-creepy-ass horror on Pen of the Damned. His story this week, “The Within” refuses to let go from the first paragraph and leaves you wanting for more. Only the finest in modern horror at Pen of the Damned.
    The demons are almost here… are you ready?

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  9. jonolsonauthor says :

    Great job, Mark! There’s a reason I don’t enjoy striking up conversations with strangers at a bar! I enjoyed this one brother!

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  10. jonolsonauthor says :

    Reblogged this on Jon Olson and commented:
    THE WITHIN by Pen of the Damned’s Mark Steinwachs

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  11. Brian Moreland says :

    Cool story, Mark, really enjoyed it.

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  12. Brian Moreland says :

    Reblogged this on THE CRYPT OF HORROR and commented:

    A new horror short story “The Within” from Mark Steinwachs​ is available to read free at Pen of the Damned​.

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