"Hey, little bro. What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to stay in the hotel for the night?" She says as she opens the door and I stare at her because something feels off. Welcoming me in from the dark dreary night, she hugs me before I enter and smiles a sort of half smile.
After he dropped me off, I hesitated to knock on her door but realized that she was the only one who didn't think I was completely nuts. Besides, hopefully "She" doesn't like to be seen by others and being around a group of people will actually be to my advantage, not sitting out here in the dark all by myself. However, when I see Max and Tara together and how happy they are, I won't do this to them.
I can't be the one who ends up bringing it here. So, after visiting with Max and my sister for a little while, I leave. Taking Tara to the side, I ask, "Do you mind driving me back to my house briefly so I can pick up my Jeep? I am going t
"Tick tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock."Waking up, I keep my eyes closed for a few minutes and try to recall the day before or the day before that for the matter. Increasingly, the last few weeks have all started to blur together and there are times when I don't even remember what I did for days on end. Turning over, I sense something next to me on the edge of the bed and hesitate to open my eyes. I could swear I get a whiff of something pungent in my nostrils.My blood starts pumping when I feel something familiar next to me. I open my eyes to see the red haired woman right in front of me, with a sickening smile on her face. Knowing that she has been stalking me, more and more I get used to seeing glimpses of her. However, this time she has purposely shown herself and that bothers me more than anything.A
"What are you doing?" A woman yells, bringing me out of my trance. I gaze at the gory scene in front of me and smell the acrid scent of blood overloading my senses. Before I turn around, I notice the bloody machete in my hand and try to hide it under my shirt. The woman behind me, points at me and screams, "He killed her." Scanning the crowd around me, I catch a glimpse of red and look closer. There she stands, the soul eater with her black soulless eyes just smiling at me with that smile that still creeps me out. You would think that it wouldn't after all this time, but it still gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Seeing her, makes my fight or flight instinct kick in and I run. Running as fast as I can, I keep going till I can't hear the woman screaming anymore and I have put enough distance between us. I consider throwing the machete into the water, but instead I lift the lid to the dumpster and throw it
"Knock. Knock." "Hey, buddy. You haven't paid the bill for the last two days. Open up, before I am forced to call the police." A male voice yells out over the angry pounding of my migraine. I get my butt out of bed and amble across the room to the door. Only realizing too late that I am naked, I open the door and the twenty something punk kid looks down at my junk and laughs. Wanting to smack that smile off of his face, I inhale deeply through my nose and hold it in for 10 seconds. After I calm down, I answer him. "Hold on a minute and I will get your money. Come on in and have a seat. If you take a pic, it will last longer." I remark snydly before I go to grab my wallet. The whole time I am bending over to grab my jeans, I can just imagine he is making faces at me. Yes, I am naked. But really people. I want to wrap my fingers around his scrawny little neck and choke t
"Hey Mr., are you O.K.?" I turn around and a little boy of about 5 with bib overalls on, stands in front of me and stares. Focusing on him, I answer calmly and smile. "Yes. I am. Thank you for asking." Trying to decipher exactly where I am, I scan the area for any landmarks but all I come up with is a townhall and what looks to be the post office. As of the moment, all I know is that I am in a very small town and it looks like there are mountains all around us. Perhaps even a national park by the way hikers are walking down the street. I can tell they are hikers, because they all have those seemingly standard hiking boots and backpacks. Not to mention, they are carrying their phones around and taking pictures in front of the old time townhall. Wondering how on earth I got here, I try to jog my memory but fail hopelessly. Chucking this up to another one of the soul eater's games, I wait for th
"Honk." "Watch where you are going." An older man in his fifties peers out the window at me and yells. Eventually finding where I misplaced my Jeep, I drive as far away from the town as possible before I have to stop out of sheer lack of sleep. With my eyes closing, I stop along side of the road and nap for a few hours before continuing. Once I am on the road again, I see the state line for Arizona and then come across a small town named Bisbee. Glad that I filled up on gas before getting there, I find that the little gas station in town is closed for the night and even if I wanted to, I couldn't get any till 8 a.m. Sitting at the station, I try to figure out where to sleep that is not in the Jeep. Finally deciding to investigate further, I walk along the deserted streets and come across a vacancy sign infront of what looks like an old western style saloon. It seems to even be complete with an u
"Crunch, crunch." Waking up, I hear that jarring noise and stand up carefully so I don't hurt myself. I realize that I am still stuck in here and it is so dark that it is blacker than on a snowy night in winter. The first thought that runs through my mind, is that she has blinded me and I am helpless in here. Wishing there was some way to know one way or another, I listen as I try my best to stay silent and not draw the unwanted attention of any predators. Hoping to figure out what is making that sound, I keep listening. While I do, I notice that my hands are cold to the touch, so I place one over the other in an attempt to warm them. Feeling something strange and slimy on the back of my hand, I instinctively flinch and wait for anything to happen. Whatever it is, it doesn't move. I try to calm myself down and wait for either the being making the sound above or the thing on my hand to do something. When
"Hisssss." I hear that familiar sound once again and then see her red hair flash before me, just before an older man with an eye patch notices me sitting in the bar. When she disappears through the open door like a ghost, I stand up to go after her but he walks over to me and whispers in my ear, "Come with me for a minute, I have something to show you." Curious and hoping that it has something to do with the soul eater, I decide to follow him to the back and watch as he turns around. It's written all over his face. He knows who I am, now I have to leave before I even get a chance to meet the little senorita who has had the last contact with her. "Slam" I watch as he slams the door behind me and then stares at me coldly. With wide eyes, he exclaims, "You are the man they want for murder in several states! I saw it on the news. I'm going to collect on that reward before anyone else realizes who you are."
As I drive along in the middle of the night feeling tired and sore from sitting in the car, I take a sip of cold coffee and try to stay awake. It really doesn't help, but knowing that I have to put distance between the murder spree that she has pinned on me and everything else, I push myself to keep going. If I don't she will win when they catch me. Shaking my head, I start to see things. Things that I know aren't really there or are they? Of course it doesn't help that the non existence influx of vehicles traveling in the opposite direction kind of weirds me out. Normally at six in the morning folks are traveling to work by now, I would have thought. While following the main highway I cross the line into Colorado and then I see it. A small child is walking alone along the opposite side of the road or at least I think it is a child. In the darkness I can barely see him, but from what I can see, I notice that he isn't ev