The Scent
August 15th, 2010
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label ‘Stranger:’. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: hey
You: how are you
Stranger: Good day, Major. I wish we could have met under different circumstances. I understand that you were a fine leader, but that isn’t what we’re here to talk about
You: Then what are we here to discuss?
Stranger: You know damn well, you traitor. What made you think you could give the Koreans our blueprints and get away with it?
You: How dare you accuse me of doing such a thing. You know that rotten, dirty, astro filth scum Reginald has been trying to frame me. This is his doings.
Stranger: Reginald was working for us! We told him to keep an eye on you and he told us all about your deals with the Korean military. Don’t think we don’t know about that little incident in Prague!
You: If Reginald was working for you, then why was he the one who held Colonel Shepherds’ head under the water and ran off with the map to the caves? Didn’t you watch your little monkey dance? PFTT! And what are you here to do about all of this. What do you think you’re going to do now?
Stranger: Touche, Major. While we admit that Reginald wasn’t the most…reliable agent to do the job, he did manage to give us very valuable information about you and the Koreans. We have photographs, Major, and witnesses, so just give up the act and we may consider sparing your life…
You: What have I done to make you betray me? You were my closest ally.. and now you’re the one who comes with the rod to strike me. It was all a facade, wasn’t it?
Stranger: No…no, it wasn’t. A man has to have his principles. I could sympathsize with you in the begining, but you went too far. You were indeed my friend, Major….but I couldn’t stand idly by and let you give our most top secret information to the enemy. I don’t want to have to kill you, so please…just tell us what happened…
You: I have no words to describe the series of events that led to the present time, where we now stand, eye to eye, my life in your hands. But it is my biggest secret that would win them over. As you may have seen by the photographs, I didn’t try to hide my identity. A man who smleed of musty oak came to my barracks one evening, drenched in heavy cologne. His weighty words lay heavy on my heart and nearly invaded my demeanor. I coveted my own life more so than the sake of our organization…….
You: He told me unless I gave over what they wanted most, that my life would be null and void…
You: But here I stand, losing my life either way…
Stranger: I have a hard time believing that. I and everyone else here knows that it takes more than just a few words to convince you to aid the enemy. Good God, you were in a POW camp for 5 months and didn’t say a word despite all that they did to you! Assuming what you say is the truth, what was it about that man that made you betray us?
You: A dream… where fires were wildly lashing about.. old fires.. and this force so calm came about the fog and haze.. it was so endearing. I couldn’t exactly perceive what it was. It scared me.. so I flew away. Nothing could oblige me in that moment. The presence of the force was so powerful though. I awoke and it still remained.. haunting the world within me. Next thing I know… this man comes to me at night. Like the force from my dream. That scent…
You: What occured…
You: it just….
You: I can say no more!
You: No comprehension of the mind could fully attain what hapened.
You: Words alone can not suffice.
You: I rise now to meet my destiny. Have at me.
Stranger: What?! This is very….
Stranger: Major, have you seen the pictures we have of you and this man?
Stranger: See here…the man in the pictures. Surely this is the man you say came to you, yes? Well, for some reason, in every single shot, his face is obscured by some kind of smokey haze. At first we thought that it was just a scratch in the film, but very single picture has the exact same haze. As strange as it maybe be, it can’t be just a coincidence. Tell me, Major, when you saw this man in person, was his face hidden in this way, if at all?
You: I knew it! This man… his identity was anonymous. In the dream.. he was but a force, in the night, he was but a scent, and in the meeting upon giving him what he came for…. I felt like my whole persona was eliminated. I can’t recall anything about his physical features. It were as if my body had been taken over completely… going about motions I had no knowledge of…..
You: Then you come in and tell me what evil deeds I’ve done.
You: I faintly remember him mumbling words of not being brave anymore.. wasting courage on fixing things… saying I’ve seen it all before…
You: As if he were predicting everything. That was, would be, and is..
Stranger: You’re talking like a mad man! This mystery man can’t be anything more than a clever spy who slipped you some drugs and was somehow able to make it so our cameras couldn’t capture his identity! Though you may or may not have been aware of it at the time, you did give valuable information to that man that somehow ended up in Korean hands. It was no dream.
You: Then kill me now, for it would be better than living in this constant cloud of fear. This man… he manipulated me.. took my stentorian voice and made it mute. If I remain daft… it is all his doings. You want to be so logical, think in a scientific matter… but as I spoke earlier… no mind can comprehend what happened. And no one believes me… there isn’t a thing I can say now. Not with photographs and a gun in your hand.
You: Drugs? Drugs? … HA! What a cryptic word compared to reality.
You: Certainly they were no drugs.
You: Don’t you see what has happened? If it were merely drugs, why would I be speaking in such a manner, begging for you to end my life, to end this insanity, this feeling.. that smell… it’s been in my nostrils for DAYS!
You: It would have to be so potent. This is more than a simple slip of a drug and clever masking of a face in photographs..
You: And you’ll see… now that you’re here. He hears everything, and it
You: is going to be the death of me either way.
Stranger: (hey, sorry to break character, but do you want to go? It’s fine with me if you do)
You: lol i dont care .. if i did i would have left. its all on you! you are the one to call it quits. i stay up for hours and i am entertained. haha
Stranger: (okay) I’m sorry, Major, but I’m afraid we can
Stranger: ‘t do that. Though we threatened you with death before, in all honesty, you are too valuable for us to kill. Sightings of this “man” are not isolated incidents. Several soilders claimed to see him too, however, many of them have either gone AWOL or commited suicide. You are our only reliable source regarding him, and we want to find out who he is. What if I told you that we know somehow who could help you?
You: Then you must act on this immediately! I fear for my sanity, which is slowly losing grips with all reality. Surely you believe me now that you’ve encountered soldiers taking their own lives at the mere run in with this man..
You: Imagine my state of being at many meetings with him.
You: There is no time to sit around and ponder things, he moves too swiftly.. we must act on this now before something happens, and it will be too late.
Stranger: Good! While we are willing to help you, you must understand that we can’t clear you of your charges yet. In the meantime, you’ll be meeting with our para-psychologist, Dr. Emily Bruder. Since the first few apperances of this man, we’ve hired her to help with our investigation.
Stranger: Hello, Major, it’s a pleasure to meet you.
You: yes..
Stranger: I understand that you’ve had many meetings with the man. It’s remarkable, out of all our cases, you’ve been the only one to see him more than once. Several times, in fact. I know that the details are unclear, but can you tell me about the events leading up to your various meetings?
You: In what details… I’m not sure … I don’t … let me see here. Things were as normal as ever. Daily routines. Meetings, break for meal, various physical activities, inspections, papers, dinner, cigars and a drink or two…
You: The first night…
You: The day was normal. That night I went to sleep, and that’s when I had a dream. I awoke…. feeling different. Within moments, a knock at my door came, and I knew it would be there. There he was. Whispered words.. like the ones you hear before you die.. these ramblings, they provoked something in me, and yet pushed me wherever he wanted me to go. Before I know it, I’m sitting here being threatened for things I unconsciously did…..
You: But these words. I heard them in my sleep, in my dreams, in reality, and I could never win no matter how hard I fought
You: Nothing abnormal led up to that night. None that I can recall.. let me think..
Stranger: I see…
Stranger: Have you ever heard of “astro projection”?
You: No… no I can’t say that I have.
You: Tell me what it is.
Stranger: Well, astro-projection is when someone supposedly projects their soul out of their body and is able to travel and interact with the physical world. Otherwise known as an out-of-body experience. It usually only happens to people who flat-line or in lucid dreams, but it can be achieved voluntarily with practice. Your organization tells me of intelligence they’ve gathered that suggests that Korea may be experimenting with such techniques. My theory is that the man is a Korean spy who’s perfected astro-projection and using it to somehow invade your dreams.
You: Well… if that is the case, then what else can I do? I don’t understand m importance or value. You all know about astro-projection… hell, what do you need me around for? All I know is that this man got what he wants from me, and now I’m just left with a scent in every breath that chokes my existence.
You: We have no way of finding out where he is, do we?
Stranger: There is a way, but I need your cooperation. It won’t be pleasant.
You: Well…. go on… give me deatils.
You: details*
Stranger: The “scent” you keep describing is the lingering presence of another person’s soul, who traveled into your mind through the astral plane, a dimension that links every living thing in existance. Theoretically, you could enter the astral plane and follow the scent to it’s source, that being the mind of the man who’s visited you. In order to do this, it would involve you learning to astro-project, but considering how little time we have, the only way you could pull it off was if we put you in a near-death state.
Stranger: However, doing this could risk putting you in a coma, where you would be at the mercy of your tormentor for the rest of your life, or kill you.
You: Well, this is news to me…. This is how I feel…. We do it. What have I got left to lose? In a coma or not, I will be constantly tormented regardless of either situation. Death will come unto me at some point in my lifetime. And until it does… do I sit here and wait for it all the while being driven mad? We must proceed to attempt this. It’s an order!
Stranger: (I’m sorry, I can’t keep this up anymore. I’m dead tired. It’s been fun talking with you)
You: lol okay!
You: yeah it was fun!
Stranger: okay, glad you enjoyed it, have a nice night!
You: you, too!
You: bye now
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
Submitted by Melissa from USA
(42 votes, score: 4.64)
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That was amazing. This could turn into a book its so good. i was so mad when the other guy left i want to know what happens!
Hmm it seems like our conversation was intercepted. The Major’s escape was unplanned but the info leak.
*dramatic noise*
we’ll need to assange him.
Wow! This is a very well written and thought out story. It almost looks like a passage from a book or movie. Congrats to you and curse the guy for leaving before we could reach the end of it!