This happened a third time before I went to over to check it out. All that was on the fireplace was an old ticking clock, an ashtray , a letter from my family in Europe and a small elephant ornament. I stood for about 5 minutes half wondering what it could of been and half wandering off into my own little world, eyes getting heavier and heavier. I returned to my recliner and planned to try sleep again, whilst staring directly at the fireplace. As I was starting to let go - "boom" a louder thud this time. It made my arm slip off the side of the chair, smacking my face off the cushion in the meantime.
Jumping up I was startled and l dashed over to the fireplace only to find it exactly as it was before I fell asleep. "What on earth is that noise" I said quietly to myself. I looked up into the fireplace to see if anything was out of place there, I mean maybe it was something on the inside that was wearing away but no luck there either, it looked in as good a condition as a fireplace can look. Confusion took over me as I went to make a cup of coffee, the noise of the kettle boiling away actually soothed me but as it boiled there was another bang coming from the room at exactly the same time as the click of the kettle.
I didn't rush in this time, what was the point I thought, when I go in nothing will be there, I'll just ignore it. While I was stirring my coffee , again there was a loud thud and again and again. It kept getting louder and faster until I eventually went back into the room and stood at the fireplace, this is when it stopped. I had some sort of direct connection to the noise now , whenever I stood a few feet away the banging would start in a rhythmic motion but stop as soon as I got within reach or inside this magical invisible forecfield as it seemed.
The noise had also seemed to move when within distance, it no longer seemed to be coming from the fireplace but from inside my head. I couldn't go within range as the constant thudding was too much, yet when I was outside I started to get this insatiable urge to go back to the noise. It was like there was something pulling me in, a thirst that only that noise could quench. I didn't want to go within distance but I couldn't be without the noise, I felt like my mind was slowly getting controlled by this stupid, constant banging.
After the want for it became too much I went back in and it was like I was a vampire getting my hit of blood, my body just relaxed and the relief felt was amazing. That didn't last long though as the torturous element to the noise took over and I felt as if I was going insane again. Then something strange happened, that small elephant ornament on top of the fireplace started to stare directly at me, no matter what way I turned or looked it was doing the same back at me.
It was like I had an extremely loud heartbeat inside my head and nothing I done could stop this. Even when I stepped out of range it continued as if it was now lodged in there for good. Standing there trying to block my ears and shake my head I started to scream, then started banging my head the wall, causing my forehead to bleed. "Fuck this" I shouted out as I went to the drawer in the kitchen and took out a large and sharp scissors.
I walked back into the fireplace and shouted in a rage before jamming the scissors into my right ear, then the left. Blood came gushing out but I didn't care, I just wanted to stop hearing anything. I couldn't feel any pain but that thud was still there, I couldn't take anymore so I cut my ears off. Every clamp of the scissors brought about a cry of extreme insanity but I just wanted to deafen this noise, even if thateant deafening me. The elephant still looking at me now winked as I kneel down before the fireplace, both ears in hand.
The adrenaline in my body started to decrease and now the pain started to take over. Blood coming down both sides of my face like a stream and tears coming from my eyes like a waterfall, it started to hit me what had happened. I went from a kneeling position to lying flat on the ground in shock at what I had just done to myself, what I took earlier had wore off me . I looked up to the fireplace and there was no elephant, I realised there was no noise, it was all part of the trip I experienced and now here I lay, both ears gone.
That hit of realisation of what I had actually done was too much and the guilt I felt about myself made me take the scissors and finish off the job.
