He's Just Standing There...Still...
It's been two months since I started seeing...him. I walk through Roswell Park every day after school. Usually, I stay at school for longer to study for my GCSE's and A-Levels. Since it's winter, it does get dark pretty quickly. But lately, I have been noticing a disturbance in the woods.
I realised a lot of the trees were dying very quickly so it didn't seem like it was because of the cold. It may sound cliché, but do you ever get the feeling you're being watched? But the weird thing is it seems like being watched by the trees, or something in the trees. I end up panicking and running. Running from...him.
But something disastrous happened a few weeks later. I ran and...turned around. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light, and saw it. He was tall, around nine feet tall, and I couldn't even see his face. He wore a black suit and even looked like he had more than two arms... They were appendage-like.
I stood on the road, unable to speak or move. Then I was run over by a car that sped off into the night. The last thing I saw was my sight being distorted and him looking over my crippled body. Still. Still...
I woke screaming to the sight of light. There was silence. There was a cast on my arm, and lots of needle points in my neck connected to a tube. It didn't feel like a hospital; way too quiet. No beeping or doctors or nurses talking. Just silence. I got up and limped my way through the almost abandoned-looking hospital.
But what was that thing? What did he want from me?
I found tapes in a dusty and decayed old cupboard. I had to use some force to crack open the possibly 100-year old lock. The tapes looked brand new. I took the bag and limped through the hospital. I found a long hallway that looked like an exit at the end. It stood, staring at me. All the lights suddenly turned on, one by one. At the end, I saw him again. This bastard really wanted to get me. I realised how badly me must have wanted to get me.
"C'MON, YOU SON OF A BITCH! COME GET ME!"
All of the lights shut off. I turned and ran. It seemed I had been doing that a lot in the last couple of weeks. My limp slowly got worse, but I was quite athletic so kept up my strength. I heard children playing and laughing.
"Where did that come from?!"
Through a bunch of dirt and debris, I saw a slightly-cracked window. I realised this was probably my only exit. I threw myself towards the window and flew out of the building. Luckily, I was only on the second floor, so the only damage done were shards of glass in my arms and legs.
I couldn't even tell what time of day it was. The sky was completely grey, no sign of sun or moon. After limping away, I kept telling myself, "He will forget about me, he will forget about me, he will forget about me." I finally arrived home. I felt a wave of relief. "I can go get this shit all off me and go to bed; that bloke was probably just some stupid prank from one of my mates."
I walked through my drive and saw blood on the doorstop. I was shocked in fear, again. I told myself again, "HE ISN'T REAL! HE ISN'T REAL! HE ISN'T REAL!" Writted in blood on the door was a circle with a cross in the middle. Inside he stood, his whole body arched. My vision became fuzzy. DAEDMAI