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
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