Gaggonn

Recently I became aware when spiders crawl on my face in sleep after developing severe insomnia, this strange sensation and others have began to develop after an unbelievable event in my life.

I decide to write down this story so others may be aware of one that is called Gaggonn.

One bright night, I was sitting on my porch and lightly rocking back and forth, the floor creaked gently and the moon was brightly illuminating the sea waves.

Then something flashed and tremendous vicious power shook the ground and my house. My rocking chair had fallen to the side and I lay there staring in the direction of smoke coming from the ground near the water, I had to regain my breath and slowly sit up. My heart was beating fast and I knew natural reaction should have been to go hide like a mouse inside my home, but I was drawn towards the smoke.

Trembling I came up to the spot and found a small crater created by a black rock. Near the crater I heard moaning from tremendous pain. The smoke coming from the strange rock was clearing up and I saw a severely injured man in dark clothes laying next to the crater. I ran up to him and kneeled. To my horror I saw that this man’s face, neck and one arm were badly burnt. He had a name tag that read “Gaggonn.” It must have been his last name and he was most likely the ferryman at that old place just right up the coast. I tried to move him, but he screamed in pain. I told him that I will go and bring help, I lived near the police station.

When I brought the medics and police back with me, shockingly the man was gone. Terrifying feeling befell my heart, but the police weren’t so concerned, for the rock astonished them.

In later days more authority and science figures came. They took the rock and examined the ground for a long daunting period of time. No one cared about that man, not one soul. It made me sick to my stomach.

Finally they all left and I once again could sit out on my porch, but I felt no peace that usually accompanied me when watching the waves. Then I saw him, that man was slowly walking along the shore.

I ran up to him and tried to greet him, but when he turned my heart almost stopped as I froze in the sand. This man’s face was harrowingly changed, his eye became deeper, his skin grew dark grey, his lips trembled as if he wanted to scream. He stared at me with those strange black sinister eyes and then turned and continued to walk. I watched him as he disappeared into the fog.

I was always a good sleeper, but this night horrible dreams invaded my mind. It was Gaggonn, that man, his awful new face was haunting me, as I woke up I could no longer sleep again that night.

On the following day I went out to fish at the cliffs, as I set up and got comfortable, I began to feel a tightness in my chest. I figured it was from all the stress and nervousness of hectic and horrible events that transpired, and alas, it was the last things I needed, but there was this man again. He sat on the edge of the black stones with waves breaking at his legs which seemed to have become longer. His neck also strangely hung and moved side to sids, like an eel. I once again froze, it was absolute horror. I’m not sure if my eyes played tricks on me because of the terror that possessed me, but his right arm seemed to have a tentacle coming out of it.

He never turned and eventually he jumped into the ocean. I could finally come out of the shock and make it home.

Regardless of my escape the horror was planted in my head and I no longer felt safe anywhere, especially not in my bad, for I was certain now, as I felt it with every fiber of my being, that this Gaggonn had the ability to invade my dreams.

Over several weeks I became accustomed to drinking a lot of dark coffee and black tea. Both hurt my stomach and made me sick, but it was better than what I experienced each time I closed my eyes. Eventually my insomnia became such that I could feel everything happening around me when I slept, which was just few hours a day.

He no longer comes to my dreams, but I feel that I am becoming mad. The walls are starting to move often, chairs and sofas speak to me, and the other day a seagull that landed on my porch had asked me many questions.

Because I realize that I’m going insane I know that I am not fully there yet, but soon I shall lose all control over my mind.

I hope who ever reads this can make sense of it and figure out this horrific mystery, I don’t think I can be saved, but perhaps you can be.

A new night came, the waves are calling my name now and I see Gaggonn standing on top of his boat in the moonlight. This is my final sentence, for now I can no longer bear it and I will go into the dark waters.