Hässlicher Geist der Nacht

‘Never forget the mass murders of millions’!

Hässlicher Geist der Nacht

(Hateful Spirit in the Night)

By BR Chitwood

Consuming Christmas Party libations beyond my good senses, a taxi took me home at 11:00 PM. Slightly inebriated and weary, I quickly undressed and went to bed. Sleep came before I could analyze any possible party behavioral glitches.

`Whether a ‘hateful ghost of night’ or not, Adolf Hitler was sitting on the edge of my bed as I turned to change positions, banging my hand on the headboard. As I bunched the bed covers around me on some obscure impulse, I could not turn my eyes away from the apparition on my bed.

Der deutsche Führer… (Okay, no more ‘showing off’ plus it takes time switching back and forth getting the translations.) The ruthless German leader, responsible for a war and executions of millions of good people in gas chambers, sat sullen staring at me fully dressed in his German uniform, knees crossed, his right hand holding a gun lazily on his lap, his eyes like daggers across the three feet of space between us.

The clock on the bedside table showed the time at 1:45 PM. I blinked a couple of times, and the German Bad-Ass was still there.

“Oh, now, I’m getting it. Which one of you apes at the office is it? Could it be you, Arnold? You have my only spare key – did your wife kick you out again?”

No reply, just the mean-looking eye movement and a sound similar to a weak whistling fart.

“Ah, C’mon, Arnold, I’m tired, man, still half-drunk, and the hangover will be brutal when I get up in the morning. Be gone, man, and sleep it off in the other bedroom. Arnold was a frequent visitor when he and his wife were spatting.”

He just sat there, same menacing pose, and, finally, he stood, the gun in his right hand, and loomed over me.

“Okay, I’m in a dream, and you are here to kill me for writing my Master’s Thesis about your mindless atrocities in the last century. I’m just curious, Adolf, libraries are filled with the history of your inhuman brutality and your unparalleled evil. Why, me? My ‘Masters paper’ was a simple thesis with echoes of your insane mass murders of the innocents.”

The shadowy figure took one step toward me, raised the gun, and pulled the trigger…

With my face soaked from the water pistol ammunition, Adolf-Arnold cocked his head to the right, put the toy gun in his pocket: “You forgot to take Mona’s Christmas present with you when you left the office Christmas party. Her flight arrives tomorrow, and I won’t be seeing you ‘til Christmas is over. Got to go, buddy, Brenda is waiting in the car.”

Arnold left.

After a long adjustment period, I left the wet sheets, checked the entire house, put Mona’s present under the small tree, drank some warm milk, blow-dried the mattress, put clean dry sheets on the bed, and collapsed my naked body into a fresh and restful sleep. It took a while…

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By BR Chitwood – December 2, 2020

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I'm a young man in an old man's body, trying to catch up to myself, trying to find pieces of me I left back in a disconnected youth and the early years of manhood. I'm a stereotype of many in my generation who can play the 'blame game', yell 'foul', and 'let's start over'. But, we are what we are, the sum of all the scary kid-emotions we experienced, the gin mills and piano bars that became our sandboxes of pleasure - lotus eaters of the best (or, worst) kind, the love affairs that did not quite settle us down, the sad poetry and songs written in bars and motels along the way... A Dreamer! A Wanderlust! The world needs such fools as we to write our books, our poetry, our songs, to offset the madness that plagues the soul. I've written fourteen books, over three hundred blog posts, in search of those pieces left somewhere in many parts of the globe. You can preview my books on the next page. There's even a Blog page...all my posts are not showing on this recently created blog page, but, if you want to read more, go to my official blog site and check out the archives: http://www.thefinalcurtain1 Writing for me is therapy for the soul. Website: https://billyraychitwood.com

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