On Freak Babies, their Creation and Existance




I sit at my computer, talking away to all the people I love to know
when I feel something. A gaze like a club, pushing against the side of
my neck. I can see it in the corner of my eyes, it's one of those things.
You never see them, except out of the corner of your eye. When I
Turn to face it, it will be gone for sure. So I do.

Suddenly I'm staring right into the giant green eyes of what can
only be described as a Freak Baby. It's eyes are the size of egg yolks,
a face belonging on a pug dog that's seen better days, and a body like
a raccoon if raccoons were prone to skulking in a manner I've never seen.

That's a freak baby.

Maybe yours look different, but I think they're all the same. Of course,
I have nothing to base these beliefs on, and no way of proving them.
That ever stop anyone?

Here's my theory: There are people out there with powerful emotions,
there's no disputing that! When there is an excess of lust, jealousy,
greed or any emotion akin to those, a Freak Baby is born. Born to
watch the object of lust, of jealousy, or greed. The Freak Baby leaves
it's creator to stalk it's target without another goal in it's life. These
aominations are either born with innate skill and speed unknown to
man, or they exist in another plain removed from our own. That's
why you never see them except in the corner of your eye.

Think you've got a Freak Baby? Want to get rid of it? Either seek to
end the emotion that gave birth to it, contact some new age something
for shielding, or a more short term answer. That's right, explosives!
Pop firecrackers or something where you saw it or think it might be.
Something born of an emotion so transient has to be at least a little
skittery.

Anywho, don't commit me because I think of crazy things.

Commit me because I write about them.