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Dive into a world where reality is thin and bargains are strange. This **exciting scary horror short tale** follows Kip, an ordinary man seeking something less ordinary, who finds more than he bargained for in a hidden market. When a cheap, peculiar artifact—a simple cog—begins to unravel the fabric of his world, Kip is thrown into a desperate fight against glitches that bleed into existence. What starts as minor oddities quickly escalates into a terrifying breakdown of everything he knows, forcing him to confront the unstable source before he’s erased completely.
Chapter 1: The Flicker
Kip needed something different. Life felt like stale bread. Same job. Same grey sky. Same quiet apartment. He walked familiar streets. Left turn. Right turn. Another left. He wasn’t sure why he did it. Some days, the alley wasn’t there. Today, it shimmered. Like heat haze on asphalt. But the air was cool. He stepped through the shimmer.
Welcome to the Flicker Market.
It wasn’t large. Stalls made of mismatched wood and metal sheets. Vendors with too many eyes or not enough fingers. Their wares were… odd. Jars of whispers. Bottled shadows. Socks that apparently always found their match (Kip doubted that). The air smelled like ozone and burnt sugar.
He browsed. Nothing called to him. Most things looked useless. Or dangerous. Or both. Then he saw it. A small stall tucked in a corner. Run by a man who looked utterly normal. Except his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. On a velvet cloth lay mundane things. A chipped mug. A single shoe. And a small metal cog.
It looked old. Brass, maybe. Covered in intricate, meaningless patterns. It felt cool in Kip’s hand. Solid. “What’s this?” Kip asked. The vendor shrugged. “A thing. Found it. Maybe it does something. Maybe not.” “How much?” “Pocket change. Whatever you got.” Kip fished out a few crumpled bills. The vendor took them without counting. “One thing,” the vendor said, leaning closer. His breath smelled like dust. “Don’t… stare too long.” Kip nodded. Weird advice for a weird place. He pocketed the cog. He turned to leave. The alley shimmered again. He stepped back onto the normal, grey street. The Flicker Market vanished behind him. As if it never was.
Chapter 2: First Tremors
Back in his apartment, Kip placed the cog on his nightstand. It looked even more ordinary here. Just a lump of metal. He forgot about it. Made dinner. Watched TV. The usual.
Then the light flickered. Not the bulb. The light itself. It stuttered. Like a bad video feed. Kip blinked. It stopped. Strange. Must be tired.
He went to get a glass of water. He reached for a glass. His hand passed through it. For a split second. He jerked back. The glass was solid again. He touched it cautiously. Normal. He poured water. Drank it. His nerves felt frayed.
Later, lying in bed, he glanced at the cog. It sat there. Innocuous. He closed his eyes. Sleep came slowly. He dreamed of static.
The next morning, things felt… off. The pattern on his curtains seemed to subtly shift. The edges of his desk looked fuzzy for a moment. He shook his head. Lack of sleep. Bad dreams. He picked up the cog. It felt cold. He put it in his pocket. Maybe getting it out of the apartment would help.
Chapter 3: Unstable Reflections
Work was worse. Emails appeared in his inbox, then vanished. The clock on the wall jumped forward five minutes, then back. His computer screen flickered with colors that shouldn’t exist. Magenta snow. Cyan ghosts.
His coworker, Brenda, asked if he was okay. “You look pale,” she said. “And… shimmery.” “Shimmery?” Kip asked, alarmed. “Yeah, like…” Brenda waved her hand vaguely. “Bad reception. You feeling alright?” “Fine,” Kip lied. “Just tired.”
He went to the restroom. Looked in the mirror. His reflection looked back. Then it lagged. His real head turned slightly. The reflection stayed put for a second. Then it snapped to catch up. Kip froze. He waved his hand. The reflection waved back, but the movement was jerky. Fragmented.
He splashed water on his face. The water droplets hung in the air too long before falling. He looked back at the mirror. His reflection smiled. Kip wasn’t smiling. It was a wide, unnatural grin. Showing too many teeth.
Kip backed away slowly. Turned. Ran. He needed to get rid of the cog.
Chapter 4: Pixel Bleed
Getting home was a nightmare. Street signs flickered between languages he didn’t know. Cars blurred, leaving trails of phosphor green. The world felt thin. Unstable. He clutched the cog in his pocket. It felt warm now. Almost vibrating.
He burst into his apartment. Locked the door. Leaned against it, panting. The room looked wrong. Textures were smeared. The wood grain on the floor flowed like water. The paint on the walls seemed to crawl.
He pulled the cog from his pocket. Threw it across the room. It hit the wall with a dull thud. And stuck there. Embedded halfway into the plaster. As if the wall had softened. Around the cog, the wall began to dissolve. Not crumbling. Dissolving into tiny squares of color. Pixels. They rained down onto the floor, vanishing before they landed.
A hole appeared. Growing larger. Showing… not the neighbor’s apartment. Not bricks. Just swirling, chaotic static. Noise. A low humming filled the room.
Kip stared in horror. This was bad. Really bad. The vendor’s warning echoed. Don’t stare too long. Was the cog doing this? Or was it just a catalyst?
Chapter 5: Contagion
He had to get the cog out. He approached the wall cautiously. The hole pulsed. The humming grew louder. He reached for the cog. His fingers brushed against the dissolving plaster. It felt like television static against his skin. Cold sparks.
He gripped the cog. Pulled. It came free with a sucking sound. The hole in the wall snapped shut. Leaving smooth, unmarked plaster. As if nothing happened. But the humming didn’t stop. It was inside his head now.
He looked at the cog in his hand. It pulsed faintly with inner light. He needed to destroy it. Smash it. Melt it. Something.
He went to the kitchen. Grabbed a hammer. Placed the cog on the floor. Raised the hammer. Brought it down hard. CLANG! The hammer bounced off. Not a scratch on the cog. The impact sent shivers up his arm. The room flickered violently. For a moment, the kitchen was gone. Replaced by a swirling void of purple and black. Then it snapped back.
Kip dropped the hammer. His hand hurt. He looked at it. His fingers seemed… translucent. For a second. He could see the bones inside. Then they were solid again. The glitch wasn’t just the cog. It was him. The cog had infected him. He was the source now.
Chapter 6: The Spreading Stain
Panic clawed at Kip’s throat. He had to get away. From himself? Impossible. He ran out of the apartment. Down the stairs. People he passed seemed to flicker. A woman walking her dog. The dog duplicated for a second. Two identical dogs straining at the leash. Then one vanished. The woman looked confused. Shook her head. Kept walking.
The glitches followed him. Or emanated from him. Streetlights bent at impossible angles. Pigeons flew backward. The city was becoming unstable around him. He needed help. He needed to go back. Back to the Flicker Market. Back to the vendor.
He ran towards the alley. Left turn. Right turn. Another left. The alley wasn’t there. Just a solid brick wall. He tried again. Different route. Same result. The entrance was gone. Or maybe his own instability was preventing him from finding it.
He leaned against a wall, breathing heavily. The bricks felt wrong. Soft. Spongy. He looked down. His shoes were sinking slightly into the pavement. As if it were wet sand.
Chapter 7: Desperate Measures
He couldn’t find the market. He couldn’t destroy the cog. He couldn’t escape himself. What now? He thought about the vendor. Normal looking man. Smile didn’t reach his eyes. Don’t stare too long.
Stare? He hadn’t really stared at it. Not until things got bad. He pulled the cog out. Held it up. Forced himself to look. Deep into the intricate patterns. They weren’t meaningless. They shifted. Flowed. Like tiny gears turning within the metal. Deeper and deeper. Mesmerizing.
The world around him dissolved faster. Not into static this time. Into pure, blinding white light. The humming in his head became a roar. He felt pulled. Stretched thin. He closed his eyes tight. Held onto the cog like a lifeline. Or an anchor.
When the pulling stopped, he opened his eyes. He wasn’t on the street anymore.
Chapter 8: Inside the Machine
He stood in a vast space. Filled with enormous, turning gears. Cogs the size of buildings. Interlocking. Grinding. The air tasted like copper. The sound was deafening. A colossal machine. Stretching to infinity in all directions. Was this inside the cog? Or was the cog a key?
He saw figures moving among the gears. Humanoid shapes. Dressed in drab grey overalls. They adjusted levers. Polished brass surfaces. Ignored him completely. They looked tired. Bored. Like cosmic janitors maintaining the machinery of reality.
One figure approached him. It looked like the vendor. Same face. Same dead eyes. “You stared,” the figure said flatly. No emotion. “What is this place?” Kip shouted over the noise. “Maintenance,” the figure replied. “Reality adjustment. Your… purchase… was a loose component. A reality anchor point that came slightly unscrewed.” “Unscrewed?” Kip yelled. “It’s tearing my world apart!” “Minor instability,” the figure waved a dismissive hand. “Happens. Usually tightens itself. Yours didn’t.”
Chapter 9: Tightening the Screws
“Can you fix it?” Kip pleaded. “Fix me?” The figure sighed. A sound like grinding metal. “Fixing requires stabilization. Requires integration.” “Integration? What does that mean?” The figure pointed towards a massive, slowly turning gear nearby. “Slot yourself in. Become part of the mechanism. Temporarily. Until your instability resonates with the baseline.” “Become… a gear?” Kip stared at the monstrous machine. The thought was horrifying. “Or,” the figure offered, “You can keep the instability. It will eventually consume you. And your localized reality construct. Messy. Requires cleanup.”
Kip looked at the grinding gears. Then thought about the pixel bleed. The monstrous reflection. The world dissolving. Integration sounded awful. Dissolution sounded worse.
He held the small cog. It felt like a part of him now. Warm. Familiar. “How temporary is temporary?” Kip asked. The figure shrugged. “Depends on the damage. Could be moments. Could be… longer.” It didn’t sound reassuring.
Kip looked at the designated gear. It had patterns like his small cog. A space seemed ready for him. He took a deep breath. Tasted metal dust. He walked towards the machine.
Chapter 10: Residual Echoes
He stepped into the space on the giant gear. It clicked. Locked into place. The sensation was… indescribable. He felt his mind expand. Connect. To everything. To the turning of the universe. The grinding was inside him now. He saw timelines branch and wither. Saw probabilities collapse. Saw the Flicker Market form from loose threads of reality. Saw the vendor pick up the cog from the debris of a failed dimension.
He felt his own instability. A dissonant note in the grand mechanism. The machine worked on him. Grinding away the rough edges. Smoothing the paradoxes. Forcing his erratic frequency back towards the norm. It hurt. An existential ache.
Then, release. He was ejected. Spat out. He landed hard. Not on metal. On concrete. The familiar grey street. His street. He gasped for air. Looked around. Everything seemed solid. Stable. Normal. The sky was just grey. The buildings stood still.
He checked his pockets. The cog was gone. He felt… empty. But whole. He looked at his hands. Solid flesh. He found a puddle. Looked at his reflection. Just him. Tired. Scared. But him.
He walked home. The apartment was normal. No pixel bleed. No holes in the wall. It was over. Mostly. Sometimes, late at night, he thought he heard a faint grinding sound. Deep in his bones. Sometimes, out of the corner of his eye, things seemed to flicker. Just for a microsecond. A residual echo. A reminder of the Jittering Cog. And the machine that holds everything together. Or tears it apart. He never sought out “different” again. Stale bread seemed pretty good, actually.
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