The Man in White
By
Sam Frost
I know, I know, it’s crazy, but you know what? I’m glad he’s in there. You can probably see him, can’t you?
The Man in White.
Look into my pupils. Look all the way to the back. Trust me he’s in there. I’ve seen him while looking in the mirror. Some days I’ll just sit and gaze into my reflection, gaze at him.
The Man tells me what to do and I’ve learned to listen. It’s good that I have because he has a vision for us and he says that if I help him then it just might come true.
stop, no
no
Sorry, he doesn’t like me to ignore him. Why are you looking at me like that? When you hear him, you’ll understand. Look, stay and I’ll explain, okay?
He speaks to me and it’s as though what he says is the only important thing in the whole world, the only important thing there ever has been and ever will be. I hear his voice drift over me like a silky-smooth tide. I feel every vibration seep into the nooks and crannies in my brain. It soothes me. You know what I mean right? Those nooks and crannies? The empty parts that you can never satisfy even when you think you’re happy. When he whispers to me in the darkest part of the night, I feel peace.
Of course, sometimes he doesn’t ask me to do things, he just takes control. Come closer, I need to whisper this bit.
i didn’t use to like it
But now? It’s so much easier. There’s nothing for me to worry about. My manager can’t keep targeting me because I don’t have a job anymore. My children can’t keep picking fights with me because he took care of them. I haven’t seen them in a long time. I hope they’re okay. Either way they’re not my responsibility now.
What sort of stuff does he get me to do? That’s a silly question.
All sorts really. As I said, a lot of the time he just takes control. I usually spend that time sleeping. When I wake up, I don’t keep his memories. Come to think of it, I don’t remember much recently. That’s okay obviously. The Man says he isn’t strong enough yet to do everything he needs so sometimes he gets me to do what he needs. It’s just small stuff really.
I mean, there was that one time.
No
no, i won’t tell them much
no, i’m sorry
He doesn’t want me to tell you about that one time.
Do I always listen to what he tells me? I do now.
Do you remember what I said about his voice? How it fills those nooks and crannies? Well, it goes both ways. When he’s angry, he can hurt me. When he shouts at me, I can feel him in there, in my eyes. The pain it’s so deep, so…
He can punish me in other ways as well. When he takes control, he can do things to my body. Early on, I tried to stop him from taking over. As I said, there was a time I didn’t appreciate him enough. When I woke up, I saw he’d taken off a couple of my fingers. I don’t think he feels pain when he’s in control. I sure felt it when I woke up though. Look see? Just stubs now. These scars were him too. It’s alright they’re all healed up now.
What’s his plan for us? Oh, I couldn’t tell you that. He tells me it’ll be soon though.
Do you have to go now? There’s more I could tell you. Look, before you go just lean in again. I trust you. Come on, closer.
you’ve got to help me. it hurts. he’s going to kill me. None of us are safe. please! help me.
Okay, okay, you have to leave. I’m sure I’ll see you again. Goodbye, do take care.
Sam Frost is an emerging writer with a special love for horror. He particularly enjoys works of folk and body horror. When not writing, he can be found playing the guitar, working in your local cafe or reading. He currently lives in the South of England, U.K.
By
Sam Frost
I know, I know, it’s crazy, but you know what? I’m glad he’s in there. You can probably see him, can’t you?
The Man in White.
Look into my pupils. Look all the way to the back. Trust me he’s in there. I’ve seen him while looking in the mirror. Some days I’ll just sit and gaze into my reflection, gaze at him.
The Man tells me what to do and I’ve learned to listen. It’s good that I have because he has a vision for us and he says that if I help him then it just might come true.
stop, no
no
Sorry, he doesn’t like me to ignore him. Why are you looking at me like that? When you hear him, you’ll understand. Look, stay and I’ll explain, okay?
He speaks to me and it’s as though what he says is the only important thing in the whole world, the only important thing there ever has been and ever will be. I hear his voice drift over me like a silky-smooth tide. I feel every vibration seep into the nooks and crannies in my brain. It soothes me. You know what I mean right? Those nooks and crannies? The empty parts that you can never satisfy even when you think you’re happy. When he whispers to me in the darkest part of the night, I feel peace.
Of course, sometimes he doesn’t ask me to do things, he just takes control. Come closer, I need to whisper this bit.
i didn’t use to like it
But now? It’s so much easier. There’s nothing for me to worry about. My manager can’t keep targeting me because I don’t have a job anymore. My children can’t keep picking fights with me because he took care of them. I haven’t seen them in a long time. I hope they’re okay. Either way they’re not my responsibility now.
What sort of stuff does he get me to do? That’s a silly question.
All sorts really. As I said, a lot of the time he just takes control. I usually spend that time sleeping. When I wake up, I don’t keep his memories. Come to think of it, I don’t remember much recently. That’s okay obviously. The Man says he isn’t strong enough yet to do everything he needs so sometimes he gets me to do what he needs. It’s just small stuff really.
I mean, there was that one time.
No
no, i won’t tell them much
no, i’m sorry
He doesn’t want me to tell you about that one time.
Do I always listen to what he tells me? I do now.
Do you remember what I said about his voice? How it fills those nooks and crannies? Well, it goes both ways. When he’s angry, he can hurt me. When he shouts at me, I can feel him in there, in my eyes. The pain it’s so deep, so…
He can punish me in other ways as well. When he takes control, he can do things to my body. Early on, I tried to stop him from taking over. As I said, there was a time I didn’t appreciate him enough. When I woke up, I saw he’d taken off a couple of my fingers. I don’t think he feels pain when he’s in control. I sure felt it when I woke up though. Look see? Just stubs now. These scars were him too. It’s alright they’re all healed up now.
What’s his plan for us? Oh, I couldn’t tell you that. He tells me it’ll be soon though.
Do you have to go now? There’s more I could tell you. Look, before you go just lean in again. I trust you. Come on, closer.
you’ve got to help me. it hurts. he’s going to kill me. None of us are safe. please! help me.
Okay, okay, you have to leave. I’m sure I’ll see you again. Goodbye, do take care.
Sam Frost is an emerging writer with a special love for horror. He particularly enjoys works of folk and body horror. When not writing, he can be found playing the guitar, working in your local cafe or reading. He currently lives in the South of England, U.K.
