The Run
I find myself running so fast that the world around me is a blur. Time seems to slow down as my pace increases. I can feel it coming. I hear rustling in the trees. It’s too dark to see anything so I continue to run. All my sweat and tears make the outside feel colder than it already is. I search for the nearest shelter, any source of light that I can find. Suddenly a lean figure appears before me, its eyes shining bright red.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The figure approaches me. A tall man, with greyish skin, his hair is a mess of brown curls, and his eyes are sunken. He wears an all-black suit and tie. For a blood-sucking monster, he is very well dressed.
“I-I was just going to a friend’s house,” I say. God, that was such a stupid comeback.
He chuckles loudly. My cheeks redden from the embarrassment. “Then why
the hurry?” His voice is smooth like silk.
I flee but his icy hand holds me in a tight grip. He stands so close to me that I can feel his cold breath on my neck. He examines me from head to toe, his eyes never leaving me.
My heart races as he leans into me and then says “This might hurt just a little.”
He opens his mouth, revealing his large canines. I can smell the metallic sent that lingers on his lips from his previous meal.
He sinks his sharp teeth deep in my neck. I yell so loudly, scaring all the night critters in the trees.
He gives me one last devilish smile before I am consumed in utter darkness.
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