I didn’t know what to do? I didn’t know if this was the end for me. Though I had to get out of the little convenient store. I had to get home. I searched the shelf high and low for books on this beast but failed to find anything helpful. I took in a deep breath and stepped toward the door. As I inched closer I could see his long red limbs stretch out to me. I kept walking, pretending it didn’t phase me, pretending that I wasn’t afraid of this thing. When I got to the door, the scary man had disappeared. I didn’t dare take a sigh of relief yet though. Instead I waited, waited for what I knew would happen. He would come back, surprise me but I wouldn’t be surprised. I could only hope that helped.
When I made it out the door I took in the light coming from the setting sun. Then I walked, at a leisurely pace not showing an ounce of fear. Surprisingly I made it half way home without feeling eyes on me, hearing foot steps, or feeling anyone around me. Though that soon changed when I was walking by the forest near my house. The sun was almost gone now and I was starting to see ghost like figures dancing through the trees of the forest. I stopped and rubbed my eyes then looked the forest over, thinking that I must have been imagining things. I was wrong. The figures didn’t disappear. In fact they got more vivid. I could now see their faces and even what they were wearing. Some were in old garments clearly from the time of America’s first settlement here. Others looked so up to date they could have died yesterday. I couldn’t look away even when I heard the footsteps behind me, and heard them get closer.
Then it occurred to me, well two things did. One, I had never seen these things before, and two that the beast I saw out the convenient store window must have brought them here. Suddenly the man’s breath was down my neck again and I could feel his arms take a hold of me. When I looked behind me this time, there he was. I could see his big black eyes that looked like black holes, empty and horrifying. I could see every age line his face bore and his detached jaw where his large pointed teeth sat. The man’s mouth was open as if he was either going to take a chunk out of me, or he was simply going to talk. Thankfully it was the second one. His lips didn’t move and neither did his tongue but words seemed to come out in a deep ominous voice as clear as day. “I am death.” The voice said.
This was actually a relief to me. At least he wasn’t going to torture me. Though I still didn’t want to die. Suddenly the arms that were fastened around my chest started to pull me down, to pull me through the sidewalk I stood on. Either hell was real or something was going on here. We made it through the layers of the earth. There was the crust then solid rock, then the magma started showing up. Though I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t dying as he pulled me through it. We must have ended up somewhere near or in the center when he finally stopped. Then he walked himself in front of me. The questioning look on my face said a million words without having to open my mouth.
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