☰ The Rift

There's a corner in my kitchen, over where I keep the coffee pot, that seems to be part of another dimension. I know it sounds absolutely ridiculous for me to say that. I'm not crazy. I live in the real world, but I also know that a small part of my kitchen opens up to… somewhere else.

It began when I started pouring my coffee over by the coffee pot every morning. 

My morning routine goes a little something like this: without fail, I get up, come downstairs, smoke my morning cigarette, then come back inside and pour myself a cup of coffee. When I pour the coffee next to the coffee pot, the cup is nearly full. When I take the  mug over to the other end of the kitchen to add sugar and the creamer, it's half empty.

 At first I thought it was kind of cool. I figured it was a trick of the mind, or just me not being able to rely on my own eyes within the first hour of being awake every morning; but neither theory proved to be true. 

As time went on, other things begin to happen in that same corner of the kitchen. One good example I can give is that fruit rots in that corner quickly.  More quickly than in the rest of the kitchen and I've learned that the hard way.  Another example would be that small things tend to go missing on that end of the kitchen as well. I keep my morning vitamins right next to the coffee pot, and a lot of times when I go to take my daily regimen, half of my medication has disappeared.

 I live alone. 

At that point, nothing had hurt me or caused me any harm, so I decided to leave my coffee pot where I'd had it in the first place but I did move my vitamins to the other side of the kitchen. I don't know why I thought that would help. Clearly, if I could step into another dimension momentarily by pouring my coffee in a particular corner of my kitchen, then didn't that mean something else could come through to my side as well? Most likely it did, but I wasn't quite ready to believe that yet. So I comforted myself by doing small things that I thought would ward me against impending doom.

I tried to put the corner out of my mind and go about my daily business. I went to work, I came home, I watched TV, I went to bed. Same thing everyday, all day right on schedule. Right up until the time I pour my morning coffee. That's when everything becomes unexpected.

One Saturday afternoon I wasn't busy and there was nothing on television to watch, so I decided to play around with the corner in my kitchen to see what happened. I just stood there aimlessly waiting for something to happen. At first, I thought nothing did, but then I started to hear the television. The same infomercial I’d been watching in English was now droning away in a language I’d never heard before. It was a guttural language, a bit disturbing if I’m being honest about the way it sounded. Almost angry.

When I stepped out of the corner, I could hear my TV switch back to English. I repeated the experiment three more times with the same result. I was in stunned amazement. I couldn’t believe something so bizarre was happening to me. I had a smile on my face for about 15 minutes until it dawned on me that the door probably opens both ways. 

I was at Best Buy scouting motion detectors within the hour. I needed something small that told me if and when anything came out of that coffee corner that wasn’t me. I know you probably think I’m insane. I’m not. I wish I was delusional, it would make things easier. 

I came back home and set up two $70.00 motion detectors that would beep when something triggered them in the corner of my kitchen. (Luckily, I had some savings stashed away). I also bought a cheap voice recorder to see if I could pick up some of the foreign language I was hearing when I stood in the corner with the television on.

It took a couple days for something to happen. I was standing in the corner with my recorder on and the television language changed. 

I was shocked. 

I’d been trying to catch the weird language for a few days with no luck; but now, I finally had something. I’d learned that the Rift (that’s what I’m going to call whatever interdimensional phenomena is going on in my kitchen) is more active at certain times a day. It’s easier to hear the language early in the morning and late at night. 

It was getting to be pretty late at night as I stood there in the Rift, excitedly listening to the angry sounding growls and squeaks coming from my television. When I thought I had enough audio to analyze properly, I turned off the recorder. I stepped out of the Rift to go sit at my kitchen table and listen to what I’d recorded and I was halfway there when I realized I was still hearing that gravelly language coming from my TV. 

As I neared my table, I had a clear view of my TV set. The screen was black, except for a glowing white orb in the center of the display. It looked like a shining pearl in the middle of a black sea of nothingness. I only looked at it for a few minutes, but the next thing I knew, I was standing beside the kitchen table, the sun was coming up and both of the motion detectors in my kitchen were beeping. I still had the recorder in my hand, but the TV was back to normal.

I’d stared at the screen all night, and I felt like I hadn’t slept in weeks. I blinked slowly and gave my attention to the motion detectors. There was nothing in my kitchen. Nothing there to set them off. 

I felt like I was in a haze, sleepwalking through my morning. I made coffee. I smoked my cigarette. I did my normal morning routine, but I never felt horrified. I don’t even remember being concerned with how I’d stood in the same spot for over eight hours watching a blank TV screen with a white dot in the center of it. What the hell? I should have been freaking out, but I wasn’t.

By the time I got home from work that evening, the depth of what was going on in my home was beginning to sink in. I hadn’t told anyone what was happening because they would think I was insane, but as I walked into the the kitchen to see it had been completely destroyed, I considered finding someone who might be able to help me.

In the corner, where the Rift was, the cabinets were hanging from the wall by a thread. The dishwasher was pulled out of its nook and laying sideways on the floor. Glass, coffee mugs, cups and plates were scattered about in millions of pieces. The only thing left undisturbed was the coffee pot. My coffee maker was in perfect condition.

I resisted the urge to throw up and my hands began shaking. What was happening? Was I a victim or had I brought this on myself? You know what they say about curiosity and what it can do to cats.From that point on, I did the only thing I knew to do: I blocked the Rift in the corner of my kitchen. 

It wasn't all that hard to do. There were a pile of cinder blocks in my backyard, and I used them to create a wall where the Rift was. Nothing would be able to step into the Rift and nothing would be able to come out of the Rift. 

That night, I rested easy thinking I had solved the problem. I slept good until I heard the motion detectors beeping in the middle of the night. I was so afraid, I broke into a cold sweat, but there was no denying that I had to go downstairs and see what was triggering the alarm. With any luck, it would be a false alarm like it’d been before. 

I grabbed my baseball bat and padded silently down the carpeted stairs, my heart thundering in its cage, threatening to give away my location in the darkness. I steeled myself, crossed the living room under the cover of shadows and turned into the kitchen. 

Standing there in the halflight was something I’d never dreamed I’d see in my lifetime. An imp. A gnome, maybe? Some type of gremlin? I don’t know what it was. It was small. Smaller than me. It had two legs and two arms, a head, no tail and only two eyes.

It was horrifying and hairless. The little thing stood right next to the cinder block wall. It stared at me with it’s mouth open and its eyes were wide with fear. It may have been more afraid of me that I was of it, if such a thing was possible. 

The little monster looked at the bat in my hands and let out a muffled scream. It turned to run. I ran after it. I was going to squish it like a bug. I was going to exterminate it like you would any other rodent that found its way into your home uninvited. But then it talked. 

The monster actually spoke. I didn’t understand what it was saying of course, but I gleaned that it was begging me to spare its life. Obviously.

“Plesedonkilmeimhooman.” It squeaked. It’s voice was not like the one on the television. “imanexplorererbutIdonnohowigotheer.” it added. It put its arms up and looked at me. I stared back at the thing.

“You need to go back to where you came from and never come back here.” I told it. The little creature didn’t understand me, so I pointed with one of my tentacles towards the Rift. “Go home.” I repeated. “Don’t come back.”

It nodded its little head and pointed to the Rift. “Icantitgoessomewherelsenow.” it told me. It used its hands to try and tell me something. It mimed that something was big. It pointed at me again. The creature mimed ‘big’ again and then pointed back to the Rift and made a face. It pulled something out of its pocket and tried to hand it to me.

There was something bigger than me on the other side. That’s what it was trying to tell me. Compared to the little monster that came out of the Rift, I was huge. To the imp, whatever was on the other side must be unimaginably ginormous.

All the while we were having our ‘conversation’ the little creature was inching closer to me and away from the corner of my kitchen. Away from the Rift. It held something in its hand. I shied away from what it was trying to give me. It could be a trick. It was an alien creature from a different dimension after all.

“Finedonttakeitthenbutweeneedarunman.” it said in a series of squeaks. “Orwhadeverthehellyooarrr.”

I held up the bat again to show the small monster that I would kill it if it got too close. My house began to shake.

“Takeittakeit!” It squeaked and I finally took a small piece of metal out of the little creature’s hand. When I touched it nothing happened to me.

“Can you understand me now?” the creature asked me.
I stood there with the baseball bat in my hands and the piece of metal clutched in one of my tentacles. The house shook again and the gremlin pulled out another piece of metal and put it on the side of its head.

“Yes. I can. What are you?”
It held out a tiny hand for me to shake, but I wasn’t going to touch that dirty little creature. Would you shake hands with a little rat? I didn’t think so.

“Okay fine.” It said as the house shook for the third time. “My name’s Travis. Mr. Thorne sent me.” In this dimension, Travis is a man’s name, so I’m assuming the little monster was a male.

“Look we can talk about this later.” Travis walked past me through the rest of the kitchen and made his way to the front door of my house.

“Where are you going little creature? Who is Mr. Thorne.”

The little man squeaked a funny squeak and I assumed it-- sorry-- he was laughing. “That’s a question I’d love an answer to one day, but for now, I’m just supposed to keep you alive, Tershal.”

He knew my name.

“You are Mr. Tershal right?” he asked.
“Yes.” I whispered with a nod. 
“Well, if you want to keep living, I suggest we get out of here before the hole in your kitchen opens all the way up. I’ve seen the things on the other side and they are way scarier than I ever dreamed of being.”

“I’m not leaving my home!” I croaked.

“Well, you're going to have to. Your research is important to this world and you're supposed to live.” Travis told me as he jumped to reach the lock on my front door.

My house shook again, and I heard guttural, angry grunts coming from just beyond the Rift in my kitchen. It looked like black smoke was billowing out of nowhere from the invisible Rift in my kitchen. I looked back at the tiny monster trying like hell to open the front door.

I thought it best to chose the lesser of two evils.

Travis and I ran out my front door and the light from both moons shone down on us just in time to watch my house literally become devoured by black smoke. My beautiful two story townhouse imploded in on itself and what stood in its place was the largest, ugliest creature I’d ever seen in my 1200 years.

A dark, terrifying creature from legend. 

A Titan.


  1. I dig small, contained horror, rather than something elaborate. The coffee pot intro mad sit pretty real for me, as I lose stuff constantly and am always pouring another cup.

  2. Thanks for the kind words! xoxo =)


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