Author: Razeer PM
This is a one-shot that I wrote a while back, and I would very much like people's opinion on it, as I am currently thinking of working on it some more.Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Supernatural - Words: 557 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-21-12 - id: 7763092
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It was coming for me, I could feel it. I could feel it breathing down my neck, feel those sharp claws tearing at my clothes, it's mere presence taking its toll on my already diminishing sanity. I felt like I was on fire, my limbs burning with exhaustion and yet, I pushed myself to keep running. I could hear it closing in, hear the crushing sounds of it's footsteps, feel the earth shake as it ripped apart trees that stood in it's way. I had been searching for supplies when I first saw it, perched upon the roof of one of the cabins at the old campsite. Briefly illuminated by the moonlight, It was truly a horrible sight to witness. The only way to describe it was as a tangled mass of shadows, not resembling anything I had ever seen before. As I stood there, petrified and almost entranced by it's presence, It spotted me. As it turned, it locked it's yellow gaze upon me, and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. Suddenly it let out a bone-chilling shriek, enough to make even the most hardened men run in terror. That's exactly what I did, spun around and ran as fast as I could.
Narrowly dodging a tree, I felt the branches tear the skin on my face but I didn't care. Survival was my number one concern at the moment, and every time I slowed down, that thing kept coming closer and closer. I could hear it calling for me, it's shrieks echoing loudly in my mind. Suddenly, I spotted something through the thick, almost unnatural fog that had descended upon the forest. A light. Red and yellow, flickering through the fog. "The diner!" I thought to myself, forgetting all about the horror that was still dogging my every step.
It didn't matter, I had made it out of the woods.
As I stumbled onto the paved streets of the small town and felt the warm, welcoming lights of the diner shine upon me, I felt truly safe. It was a feeling I hadn't felt for a very long time, and I savored each and every moment. I sat down on the curb, back against the diner wall, and just stared into the woods. My assailant had vanished, but I knew that it was still in there somewhere, watching me from a distance, waiting eagerly for my return.
"I'll be seeing you soon." I said quietly to myself.
The diner was almost empty, save for a couple of truckdrivers in the corner booth. I sat down at one of the tables facing the entrance, and it wasn't long before one of the waitresses came up to me.
"My, you look like you had a rough night." she said.
I realised that I didn't exactly look neat after my little trip into the woods. My clothes were dirty and partially torn, my hair was a tangled mess and I can only imagine what I must have smelt like. I fought the urge to tell her of the things I had witnessed during the night, thinking that a padded cell and a straightjacket wasn't exactly my style.
"Yeah, rough night." I muttered as she poured me a cup of coffee.