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Aberrations
Aberrations
Aberrations
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Aberrations

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Thirteen creepy short stories designed to disturb even the most jaded horror fan.

A Strange Kind of Journal
Still Life
Staring Contest
Final Exam
The Everest Corpses
Something's Wrong
An Overheard Conversation
Smoke and Mirrors
An Unhappy Awakening
The Unseen Hands
The Hungry Lights
The Television
An Impossible Window

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMatt Dymerski
Release dateDec 8, 2012
ISBN9781301387687
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Matt Dymerski

I'm an author of horror. I write a wide range; everything from short story anthologies to full-length novels. As an avid horror fan myself, I specialize in finding new ways to disturb even the most jaded horror reader.

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    Aberrations - Matt Dymerski

    Aberrations

    Thirteen Tales of Terror

    By Matt Dymerski

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright © 2012 by Matt Dymerski

    You can follow my work at MattDymerski.com,

    or at my Smashwords Author Page.

    Aberrations

    Table of Contents

    A Strange Kind of Journal

    Still Life

    Staring Contest

    Final Exam

    The Everest Corpses

    Something’s Wrong

    An Overheard Conversation

    Smoke and Mirrors

    An Unhappy Awakening

    The Unseen Hands

    The Hungry Lights

    The Television

    An Impossible Window

    About

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    A Strange Kind of Journal

    I keep an orange in my car. It’s important, you see. It rolls around in that sloping bowl beneath the dash where I throw my loose change, and it never, ever falls on the gift-wrapped present with the life-saving silver bow on top that rests on the floor in front of the achingly empty passenger seat. I can’t bring myself to remove either object.

    Sleep deprivation is a clever demon. The chronic case, as I know well, adds the subtle spice of cruelty to its nebulous tortures. It takes from you, from your very essence, and gouges out the knowledge of what it removed. Three months in, I even lost the notion that I was unwell. I struggled through each day on the verge of collapse, oblivious to the simple idea that something was wrong.

    It is only now that I am better that I detect a certain logic to my experiences, a certain underlying web of connections between the waking nightmares and difficulties I suffered, that leads me to believe I might have been afflicted with something more than simple exhaustion.

    I know the point at which the clear lines of reality began to waver. My job was as any other office job; repetitive, restrictive, routine… when I began experiencing micro sleep blackouts, I had the genius notion that I could cultivate them to ease the day’s struggle. Imagine my fatigued sense of victory when I found the right caffeine manipulations - when I perfected the art of blacking out and waking up to a completed task. I built my own warped science around skipping as much of the day as possible.

    It was not without its dangers.

    Without most of my higher functions, my animal mind could only do as it was trained. Issues cropped up slowly at first, but grew as my sleep deprivation worsened. I would wake to find that I had prepared a hundred envelopes instead of fifty. I would wake to find I’d eaten the wrapping around my sandwich. I would wake to find staples along extra papers and up my arm, blood dripping on my desk.

    Nobody seemed to notice my status as a virtual zombie, so I struggled to keep these problems secret. The worst was that last staple curled around a vein in my forearm, and digging it out with pliers in the supply hallway. I can still remember the vein’s stringy texture and consistency as

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