dabble into darkness 4

​    I hoped that the thing in The cab would leave me alone if I didn’t respond. 

    “So anyways, that reminds me of a query that I wished to pose,” it said. “Have you ever drown someone… or something for that matter?” I kept my head and eyes straight forward not responding. If I didn’t humor it then it would just go away. “No, nothing?” It asked. “Well let me tell you there is nothing that compares. You plunge the victims head in the water, which could easily be a stream, lake, water fountain or even a sink. Personally I prefer a stream. The calm surroundings of nature combined with the uninterrupted flow of water is breath taking. As the future corpse flails around disturbing the peace of the animals and in turn disturbs the plant life the water flow remains peaceful. Then the body falls into a comma. Now this is when most will give up but if you feel the blood flow in their necks then you will know when the deed is done. It’s invigorating.” It said. 

    I couldn’t handle it anymore. “Shut up!” I screamed. “I have never murdered anyone and will never murder anyone!”

    “I know but it’s fun to torment you. Besides never say never. I know your thoughts. You have considered how you would murder someone. It’s a very small step towards the act.” It jested. 

    “What even are you?” I said. “A figment of my imagination I would guess, but then where can I get a different more pleasant version? And what would I even call you?”

    “Figment of your imagination? Possibly, but unlikely. I’m more eloquent and intelligent to be from YOUR imagination.” It said with distain spilling out word by word. “I’m not sure what you mortals would define me as however, if I venture a guess… likely I would consider myself a demon… yes, as for why your puny brain couldn’t imagine a more delightful vision, I’d refer you to my previous answer and that your mind doesn’t have more then one creative cell to rub together… but as for what you can call my, how about Baphomet… no, too complex. How about Brandon…”

    “Baphomet…? Is that like a demon kind of name?” I said.

    “Although a applaud your ability to repeat my name, I’m afraid you will butcher it in the future. And yes, it was the name my mother gave me while my father ran off to impregnate other women from earth. You pitiful parrot.” Baphomet said almost annoyed at my question. “Alternatively your puny brain is creative enough to invent a demon and your self valuation is that you are a moron so I’m projected to validate your bias.”