Michael was different, but not in the way the most ordinary person would think. Every day he would arrive at his Government job on the dot, supervising the individuals who came in and out of the capital building. This job would appear mundane to the average person, but to Michael, it was one to be called extraordinary. Every day he would see new things, but not the normal things he was supposed to be on the look for. They were things that he could not explain to his fellow peers about. In reality, if there was one, they were things he wasn't sure anyone else saw. At first, when this all began about a month ago, he thought he was going crazy or insane, but these entities continued to appear. Almost every person who walked through the capital doors had what he believed to have been a shadow at first. But the closer and closer Michael looked at the individuals, the more he came to terms with the idea that these "shadows" were much much bigger. Every time he saw them, he could feel them latching onto the innocent capital visitors, but he wasn't sure of their intentions. On this particular day, he decided to focus on the entity that latched onto the small child, who was holding hands with her mother. Most of the time, Michael had not had the feeling that this creature had any sinister goals, but this time felt different. It was almost as if the child's innocent features turned pale and cold. This could not all be in his head, could it?
A first love Love that can start at any age Ages ranging from young to old can find the one One that shows them happiness and relief in the worst of times Times that are in need of a hug Hugs and hand holding are the beginning Beginning with the end in mind, of a long lasting relationship Relationships will come with all the bumpy roads Roads that may be difficult yet full-filling Full-filling, is what a first love is
Have you ever been in the backyard enclosed by a circle of your brothers? The feeling of anguish and despair as they close in on you knowing what is going to happen next. The unthinkable yet used to event in which the youngest brother always is the target. The normal wrestling match yet what I like to call “a beating” always happens when I’m caught off guard. I’m the youngest of 5 with the smallest arms and the shortest in height. There is no escaping the 4 of them as their muscular bodies get ready to pound me into the ground. I have to think quick on my feet and the only escape is to use one as a foot stool which in the end would only anger them more. There is no escaping this enemy.
The cold wet blood dripped down the palms of my hands from the man I had killed minutes before. The despair and fear that would be felt from his family filled me with the everlasting joy and hope as this was once again a successful murder.
I am not one who is against killing for no reason, but I am not wasteful. Some people are of use to this world yet this man was one of the Devils children.
I had seen the markings that covered his arms and legs hours before I made my move. I had never seen them before today in real life, but only the stories. And in all of those stories, this is how it always ends.
Growing up living with my grandparents, resulted in many stories being passed down. When I was younger my brother had told me about the terror he lived through one night.
Terror can happen in dreams or real life, but both are equally terrifying. In this case, it had happened in a dream. My brother had described to me that one night he had a dream that was indeed very realistic.
During the dream, he described waking up from his bed, the same bed his small body was fast asleep in, and smelling a horrid scent. He told me how he couldn’t tell what it was, but it was obvious it was coming from the closet. He quietly sat up in bed, and that’s when he saw it; the old closet had had claw marks that made marks the whole way down it.
It was then when he had woke up. He sat up and glared at the closet. Although the closet looked the same as when he had fallen asleep, he couldn’t seem to ignore the gut feeling in his stomach to leave. The rest of the night he had slept on the couch in the living room, waking up every hour.
To this day, we still do not sleep in the room with that old closet.
Every time it rings, a shiver travels down my spine. My phone buzzes loudly from my nightstand. The night air is cold and the sound rings from ear to ear. Every buzz reminds me on how it’s my fault. My fault he’s gone. If only I would have answered that call the night of his disappearance he may still be here.
The night wasn’t supposed to end with with her small pale body laying lifeless in the field. She was supposed to come home after dinner and fall peacefully asleep, but instead would never return to do so. I knelt down beside her limp body and gently held her wrist in my hand. There was no pulse. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Death was not the intention, but only a lesson to show her what she did. I scooped her small body up and walked slowly to my car. I unlocked the door and placed her down on the back seats. The sun was slowly coming up and I knew her roommate would soon be wondering why she wasn’t home yet. I hopped into the front seat and turned on the ignition. It was important that I made it before the sun completely rose.
