Alone on Halloween Night…
It was a dark and scary evening, not like other evenings. The clocks all around pointed straight up into the dark sky, stars extinguished, and moon vanished. Lights flickered, screams echoed, and creatures, monsters, baddies, demons, populated the dark and hazy streets of Hamilton, Ontario.
I had seen Halloween nights with full, orange moons, heard sounds of crackling of twigs behind me, and felt fur of a werewolf. But tonight was different. The land that was once civilized and friendly turned chaotic and angry.
I was alone. I had no choice. I looked at my watch. It, as well, pointed toward the blackened sky. It had seemed that the smell surrounding me had burned the chilly, violent air. The ashes, from the invisible flames darkened the already limitless black sky.
I walked. I knew that, I may have been alone in my company, but around me, they watched. Gazed. Moved with my every movement, breathed with my every breath.
I walked forward. Quicker and quicker. But with every step I took, I would hear, feel hundreds of more steps behind me.
The clock pointed farther to the right.
I knew time was not on my side. These footsteps, louder and louder…
The screams, closer and closer…
My courage to turn around had not struck me. Not yet.
My head looked down, but my mind imagined every angle. To my left, a shadow under a streetlight, but no man to create that shadow. To my right, a hook, hanging on a broken window of a crashed car. Behind me, a mob. Angry? No. Hungry, yes. The croaks and groans that seemed to be coming from arm’s length behind me grew louder.
My mind played one last trick on me. I had not looked forward the entire journey. But my mind has.
In my mind, so saw a figure. A man, under a light…but no shadow. A man, with one hand, but the other…gone. A man whose hunger was unquestionably great, and ready to devour.
My mind was scared. I wasn’t.
I headed straight forward, continuing to look down and my feet making haste. I kept going. And I kept going.
The air rushed around me, as if splitting away to let me through, and I could hear it close behind me, as if it were blocking the fowl beasts that had continued to mimic my steps.
I made it to the building where I live, and rushed towards the open elevator. I rushed to get through, the doors slowly shutting my escape.
I run.
I lunge forward to enter the elevator and I make it. The doors continued to close, and I turned around and looked up…….
-FIN-
Haha! Open ending!
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