Jaco Louw Heaven, A Place Of Dreams And Spiders
Jaco Louw, Heaven, A Place Of Dreams And Spiders
Heaven, A Place Of Dreams And Spiders
By Jaco Louw
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2012 Copyright Jaco Louw
Author’s Note
The story portrayed in the book is not based on any real person. It is purely made up. Characters are inspired by real people, but not based on them. Events in the book are made up. None of the events that took place happened in real life. The book is not based on my life, and Jason the lead character is Jason, no one else. Don’t take anything in the book personal, ex. Religion, alcohol etc., because I won’t be able to change it. The book has strong sex scenes in or referral to sex scenes. Some parts may offend sensitive viewers. The book is written purely for your own pleasure. (This is a copied piece, all things above may not be entitled to the book itself.)
I slowly walked through the door that clearly said 'No Entry'. As I
pushed the door open an uneasy feeling settled over as the cold wind
blew over me. The room was dark, really dark, but I could make out an
image at the back of the room. While I walked, I felt the feeling
that a dreaded most, spider webs. I turned around to face the open
door again, to just run out of the webs that clung to my face. With a
feeling of fear, dissolution and all the other stomach drop feelings
I received I couldn't find the door I entered. Panic rose inside of
me as the little light source I had faded to the dark black I hated.
"Is this a dream?" my cry out was loud and I couldn't
help but do it two or three times more. The black and silent room
felt as if it was falling down onto me, I couldn't move. Not for the
fact that I didn't know where I was, but that my legs became numb
from fear.
"This is not a dream," a dreary voice said
in the darkness of the room. All my senses were dampened except for
my hearing. The voice came from straight ahead; I worked out in my
head. I don't know how I knew it I just did. With all the energy and
power left in my body that I possessed, I lunged myself forward. But
the outcome wasn't what I have reckoned for. My face met the floor
first and then the total weight of my body next. The funny thing, I
didn't feel any physical pain. Call me a freak; I only felt a deep
sting in my heart. I tried to stand up but like in all stories I
couldn't get up.
"God, this... I don't know what to do,"
I said after a while. My body felt numb from top to bottom including
my head; I couldn’t move at all.
"Get it off, oh God, just
get it off!" I screamed when I suddenly felt something crawl
onto my face. The long legs walked over my face like it owned me, but
the thing I feared more than death, was spiders. I cried out my
mom's, dad's sister's and even my grandmother's names for help, but I
was gullible thinking that they would even vaguely hear me. Not even
helping me.
I started to blow profoundly, trying to get it off,
but the attempts were futile. My head lay still on the cold ground
and I couldn't move it.
A nauseating feeling settled on the
bottom of my stomach when I felt the spider trying to creep into my
nose.
"God, please help me. Please, please, please."
That was the only thing I managed to say when I couldn't take it
anymore. Like in some kind of movie, a bright shining light shone
over me. I tried to look into it and thought I saw a face in it. As
my hopes gained more and more confidence that someone heard me
calling for them, I cried out again, but this time the voice didn’t
want to leave my furious body, agitated with fear. An unfamiliar
sound startled me and even the spider. The light quickly faded out to
the dark black shadows again as it hit the ground next to me. Some of
the hot glass of the light fell onto my shoulder and I could feel it
burn; not swore but I could feel it. My mind was running through
everything I have ever done in my life when I felt my feet again
after the burns. With delight, but fear still causing through me, I
stood up from the ground. My hands reached my face with the speed of
light and moved in all directions to get the sensations made by the
spider off.
"Do you even know me, son?" a voice
startled me while I was busy hitting my face. I looked around me but
all I could see was the black shades of - black. A quiet, but sad
sigh approached my ears after a couple of minute’s silence. The
strange feeling in my heart appeared again and I shed a tear. It
rolled down my cheek, leaving behind a single line of dampened skin,
onto the floor. I could hear the drop hit it with a distinctive
'splash' sound. I didn't understand anything. What was going on? Is
this a dream or some kind of sick reality horror I found myself in.
What happened to my room?
"You are safe with me," the
voice said again in a much more positive and hoarse voice. "Do
you believe it?" I walked closer to the sound but couldn’t see
anything. "Don’t come closer, you won’t see anything."
"Are
you real," I tried to say but I think all that escaped my mouth
was something in the line of 'ah real'.
I felt my sensed coming
back ever so slightly even my sight. The room didn't look so dark
anymore and I felt the presence of another person in the room
stronger than ever. I turned around to look in all the directions but
couldn’t see anything except that I was in an old warehouse.
In
front of me was the second door I saw when I walked in. I felt the
urge to open it, but the other halve of me beckoned me away. Why?
The firm grip around the door knob tightened to a strong clench
and then a jerk. It was locked. My hands quickly pulled the spider
webs away, and cleaned the dust off the door. On the door was a
plastic board nailed with three nails; two on the top and one on the
bottom-middle. The dust was thick and the image eroded, but I could
clearly manage to see what was on it. Engraved in black ink, the head
of Jesus with the thorn crown on his head. I fell backwards on the
back of my hands into someone’s lap. Someone caught me. I forgot
about the face I saw and diverted my mind to who caught me. I looked
up and saw the same face as on the door. I started to see the thick
black again, but this time it was my own body that made the black.
All the feelings of fear and nausea fell away into the arms of the
black out. My eyes closed; I felt my body fainting, the black
increased to a solid black cloud of dizziness.
"...over
green pastures. There will be fresh water to drink and cities of
gold..."
My eyes opened up to the storage room with dismayed
faith. I couldn’t believe I was still here. This is not a dream
then.
"You have woken," the smile of young girl was the
second thing I saw. I sat up straight to look for the person that
looked like the plastic sign, but we were the only two in the room.
The room looked different as well; much cleaner, more light coming
from somewhere. And the door was missing.
"Who-...
who..."
"Who am I?" she said in a reassuring voice
when I looked up into her eyes. "I'm Hannah." the same
smile stretched over her face as she looked at my confused face. Her
hand slowly moved over my head when I felt everything spin again. My
eyes closed quickly and my head crashed down onto the pillow.
"You're awake! Oh God, thank you!" The familiar voice
of my mother woke me up. I couldn't move, but I could see her face
covered with the smeared mascara and tears flowing like rivers down
her cheeks. "You were almost dead, the doctors said they
couldn’t do anything more, but we never left your side. And look,
God gave you back!" I didn’t understand really what she meant
with the last sentence, but I didn’t think it was important. In
time I was to find out.
It was six months after the surgery, and
the dream. I sat in church for the first time since then, or
it was the first day out of the hospital. I relapsed and fell into a
coma for 3 months, but fully healed after that; my heart working
powerful.
"And you should know that you will walk over
green pastures. There will be fresh water to drink and cities of gold
waiting on the other side of the hill." A nauseating feeling
settled the pit of my stomach when I heard that sentence standing out
above the other. A feeling of déjà vu fell over the nausea and I
tried to listen to what the priest said afterwards.
"You
will know when you stand before the door of right and wrong, God will
be with you there and you will need to follow the narrow path of
life..."
Things became clearer to me. I sat on the chair
between hundreds of people, but suddenly felt alone. I felt like I
was the only one there in the building, sitting on the exact same
chair.
"God won't let you fall astray, He will keep on
fishing for you, and He will keep on sending shepherds to fetch you
from the mountains of the devil."
I died that night. I
died. I was standing with Jesus at the door I needed to enter. But it
was locked. My life wasn't on the right path; I wasn't on the narrow
path.
"You will constantly find yourself in harm’s way,
the devil will find you and your weaknesses because..."
God
spared my soul from dying. He fetched me and told me to get ready. I
felt the same dizzy feeling I had when I blacked out in the storage
room entering my body. The sounds of the Priest's voice dampened and
fell to a silent murmur. Then it stopped abruptly. My eyes stayed
open for a while. I could see the faces of the people standing above
me with shock filled in their eyes. I could see their mouths open and
close, but no sound came from them. The beating in my chest slowed
down with each beat, I could feel the same pain in my heart as that
night. I closed my eyes and blew out the last breath. I felt the life
being pulled out of my body.