Dark Genie back up nov 20

   I am afraid, although my life may not be in danger; I think; my sanity however may be lost before this all over. For I have within my possession a "genie" or rather I am apt to proclaim this a djinn or some other otherworldly eldritch horror that can bend reality to its whim playing a game at granting wishes for I am all too aware the wish granting genie was a product of a single story and not a staple of the folklore. Although there are other things in the world's many folklores that do grant wishes; albeit at hefty prices and on the whim of nightmarish creatures. So it is true what I have experienced.

  This began in a most inauspicious manner for I am no treasure hunter, explorer, or dealer in occult black market artifacts. I am, or was just a man living a normal suburban life in a house in constant need of repair stuck in the same pattern of work and brief periods of rest as so many others are now sadly accustumed to. A package was delivered to my house, a small box with my name and address on it so I know it was not delivered to the wrong address. However the sender was a name I didn't know and address one I would discover was an empty house at the time the package was sent; a cover for someone else. Within the package was an ornate box painted with black and gold symbols that put me in mind of depictions of ancient imperial China. Inside the tiny box with its hinged lid was a very large red jewel sitting upon a silken pillow. The inner lining of the box its self was a red velvet like material yet softer than that material. When I lifted the jewel it became unbearably hot; however upon dropping the gem it stopped in the air and lifted up. A dark spiral cloud formed across my cieling, a cyclone of darkness filled with smokeless black flames desended upon the jewel and took shape. The blackness shifted into the form of a shapely woman, the blackness changed as the smoke solidified. A blue woman in a belly dancer like costume, black pants and top, but hair of silver wind and ears pointed like those of a fantasy elf. This woman proclaimed herself a genie and would grant me as many wishes as i so desired. I would have doubted her had I not seen how she appeared and so taken back was I by her sudden and dramatic arrival I didn't recall right away my own knowledge of folklore and literature to doubt this proclimation of "genie-hood".

   Of all the wishes I could have made to test out this genie I don't know what grief sticken remnant of my mind or soul fetched from my living room mantle piece above the fire place a picture of my grandmother, deceased for three years at the time. I wished for the genie to bring the woman in the picture back to life. The genie levitated the photograph and tapped the picture with her claw like dark blue finger nail and a swirling of blue lights filled the room. The woman that appeared was terrified, she was an exact copy of the woman in the photograph, my grandmother; but she did not recognize me. The photograph was not a recent one, it was one from decades ago, it had been used at the funeral and my mother could not bare to look at it in her home so I offered to place it among the family photos that decorate my fire place mantle and the wall of my sitting room. The picture was her when she was young, before my mother was even born. A few calming questions and it became apparent this was my grandmother from the exact moment the picture was taken. The genie claimed when I asked that she had not taken my grandmother from the past and claimed there were rules she had to obey and one was not to take alter events of our own timeline. So she grabbed another person from another timeline through the photograph. I told her that is not what I wished for, so I wished her to send this alternate universe version of my grandmother back from where she took her. In a flash she was gone. I told the genie I wished for her to bring my grandmother back to life. There was a wicked smile and a strange gesture, she said the wish was granted but no one was there. I had a horrid thought in that moment of my grandmother revived in her coffin struggling to escape. So I immediatly wished she be brought to my living room. What I saw was horrendous, an animated corpse, a grotesque and rotted thing. I shouted at the genie that this too was not what I wished for and to bring her to life completly. The genie obliged and my grandmother was restored to life, but now she was not moving, asleep and unresponsive on the floor. I said again this is not what i wished for, the genie claimed my grandmother's soul was beyond her reach, and this is why she took another of her from another timeline; and that it was my insistence upon having THIS timeline's version of her that lead to this. A body with no soul, no memories, alive but not for long. I asked if there wasn't a way to restore her completly, memories and all. She said yes, and applauded me for "finnally" asking questions and not just "blindly" making wishes. She told me could fully restore the brain but the soul would not be my grandmother's, as as a fully grown body a new young soul could not enter and instead whatever was nearest in the darkness between worlds would take the body, have those memories, but would still be whatever it is, so may not act upon those memories the same. I said this is not what I wanted, and anything else would just be a copy, and further more as I looked upon this comatose clone of my grandmother on the floor, a corpse restored to cellular life; anything else I could imagine asking I felt would also only back fire, I would be creating a clone, a copy, something like a robot with all her memories and for what. What would I do next? How would I explain to anyone that someone we had buried three years prior was alive again, and acting strangely. Or else would be a woman kidnapped from another timeline finding herself in a strange alien world of subtle differences. In a childish haste, or a grieving subconcius that over rided wisdom I had done this. I wished to undo my wish. A black cloud flowed from the black sandles of the genie and engulfed the comatose form of my grandmother and then retracted back to her feet. I do not know what the genie did there, I told myself my grandmother's body was back in her grave, but what I saw looked more like the genie had consumed her.