This story isn't particularly perfect and i think a lot could be changed. I think it includes un-canny elements and this is the goal I set out to achieve. The story actually derived from a dream I had about a man who had the face of a goat and this scared me so I carried it out in to a story where the supposed antagonist takes the shape of a huge man with the face of a goat.
Don't Pay Homage To The Goat Man
Lucille wakes
with a jolt. Her whole body is covered in sweat yet she feels so cold. Lying in
bed a little longer she then decides to get up looking at the clock that
flashes on 3:13 am, too early to get dressed she decides, too early to do
anything.
She opens the
curtains and looks out in to blackness. A cool breeze touches the back of her
neck, twisting slowly she sees a door leading in to a corridor, “Where did you
come from?” she says strangely enticed by it, stepping forward she slowly walks
in to it.
The corridor
seems cool and smells of damp. She touches the grey bland wall, a fine layer of
dust remains on her fingertips. Mesmerized by this she barely hears the faint
playful laughing. Looking up Lucille sees a red door, walking further she looks back to
see the door she came through missing. In a trance like state she feels herself
floating further and further to the red door unable to stop, faster and faster
she seems to drift towards the blood red portal. Panicking she tries to cling
to the walls but her fingers grip nothing, screaming she closes her eyes as the
door opens in to blackness and she is plunged in with an almighty push.
Looking up she
sees a figure crumpled on the floor. Gasping she pushes herself up crawling to
a wall away from the figure, she soon realizes she’s in a small, square, dimly
lit, grey room, no windows no doors, not even a drab of colour. Feeling the
walls she looks for an exit point.
“Lucille”, a
strange voice whispers.
Spinning around
she looks for the source of the sound, “Lucille” it repeats.
Groaning she
realizes the sound could have only come from the body; stepping forward but
keeping her distance she inspects the corpse. Its body blends in with the floor
and it lays naked, its legs are broken and intertwined together tied in barbed
wire. Its fingers, long and twisted are individually broken. Lucille looks away
in disgust.
“Where am I?” she
questions to herself.
Looking back at
the corpse she screams when its face is propped up looking at her. Its eyes
blinded by a rag its mouth lolled open its teeth like tombstones twisted in to
a snarl. The thing begins to sniff loudly. Lucille backs against the wall
holding her breath so it can’t hear her, she sees its fingers snap in to place
every one of them groaning and clicking, tapping the floor in a spasm. A small moan escapes from her, the thing
freezes and looks in her direction, it then begins to move dragging its legs arching
its back. A wicked dry laugh escapes from it mocking her.
“Please no!” she
screams moving along the wall. The thing twists and writhes a long grey tongue
flapping out of its mouth flicking at her.
“Give us a bit
bitch!” it spits. “It’s been so long!” It wickedly laughs at her again. Scrambling
against the wall kicking her feet out she sees two large hands come out of the
floor and grab the thing by its ankles; the corpse begins to writhe and moan in
frustration.
“Be quiet you
disgrace” a voice roars, “Silence those tears women! Or I will release him!”
the voice demands.
Lucille freezes
in horror. The room lights up. The corpse still writhes, held down by the large
hands protruding from the floor.
“You will do our
bidding or I will release this monstrosity”
“What’s
happening!” she screams.
“Your in the tomb
of the almighty one, you’re a simple mind that will complete a simple task”
“I-I-I oh god”
Lucille stammers sweating in horror.
The corpse
reaches out towards her, stretching its long hands, its tongue dragging on the
floor.
“Why am I here?”
“You know why
you’re here...but you wont accept it, you deserve to be here…he’s coming
Lucille, he wants to meet you”
“Who…who wants to
meet me?”
The voice goes
silent.
“WHO!” she
shouts,
“Our punisher,
our King, children’s nightmares, women’s pains and men’s illnesses, the Goat
man”.
The room begins
to shake, the corpse starts to laugh and grope the floor, “He comes, he comes,
and I feel the pain, I FEEL THE PAIN”.
“Lucille you will
listen to us, you will kill you’re loved ones, one by one.”
“You insane! I
will do no such thing”
“When you see his
eyes…you will”
The room
vibrates, Lucille falls to the floor, the corpse lays motionless, she hears a
roar. Looking around the room falls silent. Everything seems to go back to
normal until she looks up and sees the eyes.
“I will do your
bidding” she chants, smiling.
It doesn't match with the works of Dino's and Jake Chapman but when I was writing this story their work, especially Hell (1999) came in to mind. Hell (1999) is 'a table top tableau, peopled with 30,000 remodelled, 2 inch high figures many of them dressed in Nazi uniforms performing acts of cruelty.' - White Cube. My story above is about the main actress suppressing her memories of a past event. She is now being put forward for this event and punished.
Jake and Dinos make sculptures, prints and installations that examine religion, punishment, torture and morality.
Their work often includes war scenes with sculptures especially Nazi soldiers torturing.
One piece of art work I like is in fact Hell (1999). The amount of pain staking detail is clear to see. Everything is of miniature size but it tells a big story. There is plenty to see but so much to take in, its the kind of work that would keep me looking at it for ages. Unfortunately this work was destroyed in a fire but the artists said they would create something else bigger and better.
I found a video that examined Hell. It is a very overpowering piece and I would have loved to have seen it.
Webpage http://whitecube.com/artists/jake_dinos_chapman/
It doesn't match with the works of Dino's and Jake Chapman but when I was writing this story their work, especially Hell (1999) came in to mind. Hell (1999) is 'a table top tableau, peopled with 30,000 remodelled, 2 inch high figures many of them dressed in Nazi uniforms performing acts of cruelty.' - White Cube. My story above is about the main actress suppressing her memories of a past event. She is now being put forward for this event and punished.
Jake and Dinos make sculptures, prints and installations that examine religion, punishment, torture and morality.
Their work often includes war scenes with sculptures especially Nazi soldiers torturing.
One piece of art work I like is in fact Hell (1999). The amount of pain staking detail is clear to see. Everything is of miniature size but it tells a big story. There is plenty to see but so much to take in, its the kind of work that would keep me looking at it for ages. Unfortunately this work was destroyed in a fire but the artists said they would create something else bigger and better.
I found a video that examined Hell. It is a very overpowering piece and I would have loved to have seen it.
Webpage http://whitecube.com/artists/jake_dinos_chapman/
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