Untimely End

by SHYANNE BROOKS
Staff writer

There once was a night,
chilling to my spine
I awoke on a road
Where was I?
Trees surrounding each bleak side
And mist diluted the starry sky
Did I walk here? It’s a dream right?
I began to walk. Maybe I could find a sign
After hours I slowly realized
Not one car has passed my side
And the road has no end in sight
Is this all just in my mind?
The mist seems to thicken
So that I could cut it with a knife
And a slight drizzle soon began
Why can’t I remember where I am?
Suddenly I began to fear
Were those whispers at my ear?
A chuckling laugh meant to scare
Checking behind me I see no one, nowhere
The wind is all I seem hear
I keep walking and say I’m fine
Never wavering from that fine white line
Footsteps behind me soon began
A solid thump, and then a drag
Thump, draaag, thump, draaag
Was that a man following behind?
I quickly look to see what I’ll find
But not one thing obscured my sight
Except for the mist of this wretched night
I could feel him watching from the trees
His presence made me weak at the knees
I turn back and continue to walk
I promised myself I would not stop
I’ll find a sign and I’ll be fine
Soon to be home, my lover and I
Then I heard his blood curdling voice
“I see that you have come to play”
I begin to jog and loudly say
“Sorry but, I can not stay”
“Has my dear child lost their way”
“No!” I desperately try to say
“Yes, the child lost their way”
A second voice decided to say
My heart was beating out of my chest
I was full out running at my best
The voices seemed to be just as fast
Finally I found relief, I could see the bend
Almost in reach
If I can just reach it, this will end
Or that’s what I told myself in my head
My lungs were bursting
I could see the bend
Almost there I continuously said
Then the first voice sounded again
“Silly child, I’m in your head”
I stopped dead
“In my head?”
“Yes.” The first chilling voice said
Catching my breath
I heard it again
Thump, draaag, thump, draaag
And another noise joined the others
A chain I think, with many others
Slowly in a circle I began to turn
The feeling of eyes began to burn
The steps are coming from all around
They really are an awful sound
Completing my turn, facing the bend
I came face to face with the one called him
His face grotesque and his eyes empty
“You’ve come to play with me I see”
I screamed for help as this monster bit me
I never made it to the bend
That night I met my untimely end