I know it was real, I couldn't have imagined that night. A child of only seven, how could I have known they were real? Or even their name? Why would I have walked a few steps and then pass out? And to top it off I woke up in the same spot. Nothing natural could have made that happen. I don't remember much except being afraid and wanting to go with the strange thing out side my window. In the months to come I would learn the name of the creature I saw and fear seeing it again; in the years to come I would wish that I had been able to go with it. Hell I'd even give it a pet name, Red, after those eyes that seemed to glow like blood. One day I know it will come back, until that time I'll be sitting here waiting. I'm sick of this life.....I'm ready for the end.
I can't explain it, but I feel as if the night (or something in it's cover) has been calling out to me. The feeling I get is an uneasy one; I don't know if that's just my nerves or if something evil is waiting for me. Maybe it's him. The one who has haunted me for all these years. Or it could be my imagination, I hope it's the first. Even though those eyes haunt me, as does that night. But no one believes me about it. I know what I was that night, I know it is real, maybe that is why fate has lead me here. To find the truth.....to find the one with red eyes that seek only to destroy and murder. I may never know though.
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Perhaps you will find him or those answers you seek! Very beautiful writing indeed.
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