Reverse Slope


A woman sat alone on a chair by a window.

Outside, there were the sounds of children playing out, a dog barking, sirens, and a biplane passing overhead.

Beams of sunlight rained down through the glass window, streaming into the room.


A lone June bug crawled around the corpses of its fallen brethren before taking off and colliding with the glass pane with a soft thud.

The beetle fell, then laid stunned on its back.

The woman stared at it before a low, male voice spoke as if he were in the other room.


“I know the real you,” he said. As she jumped, there was a knock on the door.

She stood up from her chair and went to answer it.

She opened the door. Before her stood a tall man in a tan suit.

“Georgina,” the man said as he took off his hat.

“Doctor Berkeley,” she greeted.


“How are you?” he asked as he entered the building.

“How are you,” she replied. “Please, come in.”

Georgina held the door open and stepped aside.

“I hear you’re the finest,” she said as he entered with his hat in his hands.

She shut the door and locked it.


“So they say,” Dr. Berkeley said as he followed her to the sitting room. “Dr. Mavety recommended you see me? I hear you’ve been having visions, and hearing things?”

“Yes,” Georgina said. “They’ve been getting worse too.”

They sat alone in a small room filled with porcelain dolls.


 “You live alone?” he asked.

“No,” she replied.

“Ah, good.”

“I’ve a cat.”

Georgina began clicking her tongue loudly. No cat came.


“Here, Copy, Copy, Copy!” she cried out. “Here, girl!”

There was dead silence.

“Hm,” she uttered. “Guess she’s shy.”

“So, tell me how you’ve been lately,” he said.

“There’s a voice,” she said. “A low one. Like a man’s.”

“Uh huh,” he said, nodding slightly. “And what does he say?”


She winced, remembering some of the more hurtful things she’s heard.

“Mean things.”

“Mean… things?” he asked. “Like what?”

“It’s your fault,” she said. “All your fault.”

“They say things that make me feel like… I’ve done something bad,” she said. “Something really bad.”


“I feel like that’s why I’m here,” she said.

“Here…?” he asked. “You mean this town?”

“No,” she replied. “This house. Maybe, this Earth.”

She rubbed her arm.

“Everybody blames me,” she said before she blinked.

“Because it was me,” she said in a moment of clarity. “I brought it here.”


There was a long pause.

“Yes,” he said as he released a hand from his hat and reached in with it. “You were, Georgina, but I assure you that it is not us that is perpetrating this… retaliation.”

“It’s all my fault,” she gasped, suddenly remembering. She sobbed at the gravity of the realizations.


“You can’t just blame yourself,” he continued as he grabbed the mind-wiper in his hat.

“But that’s just it,” she said. “It’s not just me that does.”

She looked up at Dr. Berkeley, who had one hand in his hat.

“It’s everyone else too,” she said. “Isn’t it, doc?”


He depressed the button on the mind-wiper, sending out small electrical pulses from the chip inside Georgina’s head.

The chip paralyzed her body, overloaded her senses, and wiped the last few seconds from her memory.


“I’m afraid that’s all the time we have for today,” Dr. Berkeley said. “I have to go now. Lots more visits ahead of me.”

 “Yes,” Georgina said. “Of course.”


Dr. Berkeley stood up and walked towards the front door.

“I assure you,” he said. “These voices and hallucinations you’ve been experiencing are only in your head. Just, ignore them as best you can and take these pills.”

Dr. Berkeley pulled a bottle of pills from his pocket.


He held the bottle of pills out to her.

She grabbed it from his hand.

The psychiatrist placed his hat back upon his head, and nodded at her.

“Good day,” he said as he left through the front door.

Georgina closed the door and locked it. Then he turned around to hear…


… absolute silence.


“Where has that silly cat gone?”

Georgina heard a meow off in the distance.

“Copy?” she called out. “Copy, where are you?”

She wandered out from the small foyer.


She continued to walk deeper and deeper into the building.


The air was comfortable.

A nice cool breeze ran through the halls.

“Copy!” she called out. “Here, girl!”

She followed the soft meowing until she came to a door that was left ajar.

It led outside.

She took a step out and felt the sunlight.

It was warm against her olive skin.


She closed her eyes and soaked up the sun.

Her pointy shoulders drooped and her equally pointy elbows dangled at her sides.

For a short while, she basked in silence.

She opened her eyes and saw the horizon. It glowed orange, like a low flame.


Mountain ranges flanked the wide open field that sat beneath long, wispy clouds.

She took a step forward and immediately covered her nose, recoiling at the stench that just filled her nostrils. It was the foul smell of rot.


She looked about the ground to find a mass of wet, grey fur. Upon the furry mess, was a white tuft. It looked like a bunch of cotton balls stuck together.

Georgina approached cautiously, with her left thumb and index finger pinching her nose shut.


She covered her mouth underneath her fun top.

She drew closer to the wet fur, and found it to be the putrefying carcass of a small rodent. A small breeze carried a tiny speck of cotton off of it. The speck floated about, moving erratically.

It flew towards her.


She held out a hand and let it land atop her right hand.

It was a small, wooly insect with tiny wings and a body covered in soft, white fluff.

“An… angel?” she said aloud as he observed the insect.


She watched it is walked close to the base of her thumb, waggled its bulging abdomen, then drove its needle-like stylet upon its face into her hand and drew blood.

“Ouch!” she cried out, then slapped her hand


She looked behind her hand to find the air filled with small white specks, all floating in her direction.

She instinctively backed away, and tripped. She fell on her full bottom, and kicked the dirt as she tried her best to get away from the encroaching swarm of wooly aphids.


She turned about and ran for the building. She entered it, and slammed the door shut. The frosted window frame darkened as more and more aphids landed upon it. She stepped away from the door and sought a sink to wash her insect bite.


She walked to the bathroom where she turned on the tap and tried to run water over her right hand, but the tap was dry.

“Come on,” Georgina sat and turned the handle more. A small drop emerged, and clung to the tap.


Georgina felt the sting of her bite get more intense. The pain radiated from the wound and shot up her arm, reaching for her heart.

She opened the tap even wider, and a tiny trickle dripped from the tap.


She released her hand of the tap and placed her hand under the trickle, washing the bite as the handle of the tap flew off and struck the ceiling with incredible force. A steady jet of water shot out from where the handle sat.


Georgina tried fruitlessly to stop the powerful flow of water with her hands, but it was pointless. The water jet was just too strong. She searched the floor, which was starting to fill with water to her small ankles, for the handle and found it in the corner of the room.


She tried her best, but she could not properly tighten it back in place.

She backed away from the sink and made her way for the exit, splashing in the water that was about knee-high at this point. She tried the door, but it did not budge.


“Help!” she cried out as she banged on the door with her fists. “Help me!”

She continued until the water reached her bare thighs, then her slim waist, and finally up to her buxom breasts. She screamed in horror when she felt something slimy brush against her calves.