All this time I thought this place unreal. It was a place I only had to visit during the darkest hours of sleep and now it lay before me glaring forth in the bright daylight. As we trudged towards the schoolhouse I thought about my observations upon arriving here. All around us was the razor wire fence. Rows of bunk houses spread upon the barren land. I say barren because not one single blade of grass grew here within the confines of the fence. That’s what I thought until I came across another building resembling a military office. Not only was grass allowed to grow around this secluded building but flowers bloomed in gardens on either side of the doorway.
I stopped. I couldn’t say why, but something called to me from this empty place. A flag waved in the stagnant breeze. I noticed on it was the same symbol I found all over the encampment. It was a red field emblazoned by a screwy cross. I once knew what this symbol meant, something powerful, but for the moment it evaded my memory.
The child cowered not daring to glimpse in the building’s direction.
“Who works here?”
The child hesitated.
“It’s Alright. Take your time. Don’t you remember?”
His body tensed, “I don’t like this place. I want to leave.”
But I didn’t. Not yet.
I approached the door when something protruding out of the flower beds caught my attention. It glinted as I picked it up. It’s edges where smooth and rounded. Then I saw another and then another dotting the flower bed like tiny stars glimmering in the night sky. I bent closer to inspect them and like at the well earlier I fertilized the soil with my vomit. It was when I saw the tooth that a realized what it was I was holding. They were Finger bones from a child no more than five years old.
I wiped the tears from my eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
The response was emotionless, “I just want to leave.”
This time … I relented.
Not far from the schoolhouse an enormous ditch yawned from the earth. Part of it was covered with freshly moved dirt. The smell was beyond all imagination. Death was here and flies buzzed in thick droves above what lie beneath. The soil appeared to move on its own but it was only an illusion. I knew it was the millions of maggots feasting on dead children that gave life to the shifting mound. I watched the boy expecting some sort of reaction. Again he remained emotionless.
“The Teacher, did he do all of this?”
We moved on.
It was a few moments after we passed that massive grave we stood at the threshold of the schoolhouse. Above the door the same screwy cross. I tried the door and was surprised to find myself standing in what appeared a change room.
“I have to change now. I have to get ready for school.” The boy approached the same garb I saw in my dreams. On the back were the large black numbers. No, I wasn’t going to let it happen. If anything destiny brought me here and if I was to do one last thing in my life it was to save this child.
I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Lets’ leave. This place, this place is evil.”
He spun towards me and I stumbled back in a fear I’ve never felt in all my life. He was changed into something demonic. Its voice hissing with contempt, “You want me here! You want to teach me! Don’t you want to teach me?” He then lunged towards me gnashing with teeth shaped like long pointed needles. His hands were now claws.
I ran for my life through a door locking it. He thumped on the other side continuing his rant. “Don’t you want to teach me?”
I looked around and found I was in a laboratory. Beakers, microscopes, equipment of all kinds lined the long tables. On one end of the room was a large desk strewn with papers. Making no sense of the papers I began to open the desk drawers looking for anything that might tell me what’s been going on here.
I found a journal. I was mortified. Pages upon pages of recorded experiments, atrocities done to children all in the name of something called The Third Reich. Things started to come back to me. I was sent here because of a power called The Nazi’s. Who sent me I can’t remember anymore, but I had to do something. I had to stop these monsters.
I no longer heard the demon child, but muffled voices were coming from the another room. I grabbed a pistol I found hidden next to the journal and burst into the room. In the front stood the teacher. All around me stood the children.
I approached him. His back was turned to me.
“I’m putting a stop to this you monster! You hear me? I’m putting a stop to this!”
He didn’t turn. He just kept writing on the wall.
“Putting an end to what exactly.”
His voice calm. So calm. So familiar.
“Do I know you?”
My hands began shaking.
“Turn you coward!”
“If you so wish.”
I stopped. The gun dropped from my hand. His face. His face was mine.
“How …. how are you … how are you me?”
“I am you because I am you.”
It came back so suddenly.
The death camps.
Children ground into fertilizer.
Children sent to deprivation at the bottom of the well just to see how long they’d live without companionship. Without love.
Then … the experiments.
I looked at my hands, the very hands responsible for the death of thousands of innocent children.
“No it can’t be … I can’t be a ….. “
The teacher grinned, “Oh it is and … you are. Don’t you remember you hated these people? These people you yourself called cattle to be used as meat for your experiments. Remember? No names, just numbers. You yourself ground them in the wood chipper for fertilizer. Oh … but these children, the ones you sent to your schoolhouse. Oh those were the most privileged of all. These children were made to eat pills that would send them into such convulsions they’d throw up their own innards. Why? Because I … you … were about to get the approval of The Fuhrer and send those pills out to the allied troops through our friends in the West. Oh it was to be glorious.”
Every word was true. I reached for the pistol.
The teacher continued.
“That was until the Americans found this place and shot you … me … dumping your carcass in the ditch not so far from here.”
I raised the Luger to my head and pulled the trigger.
The teacher roared at my expense, “Don’t you know? Haven’t you figured it out yet?”
We were inside and still it was like a furnace.
“Do you feel that? Don’t you feel that blessed heat burning away at you?”
I couldn’t speak.
The teachers’ eyes narrowed. He looked deep into mine and then I knew the truth. Finally I knew the truth.
I simply asked, “What is to become of me?”
“You are to spend an eternity in Hell forever reliving this atrocity you committed in an endless cycle of torment. In the end of every cycle you will be consumed by your sin and your sin will consume you.”
He, Lucifer, King of Hell looked at the children, “CONSUME HIM!”
The children swarmed like rabid wolves rending me apart with their sharp needle teeth. My appendages were pulled from their sockets. My innards devoured. In one last look into their dead empty sockets I wanted to tell them I was sorry, but even then I was denied that last bit of redemption.
I awoke here alone. I don’t know where my company is but I think they have all been killed. I don’t know where I am or how I got here.
Here are the things I do know.
I am a soldier.
The World is at war.
And I’m in Hell …. or so it seems.
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