June 8, 2010

2:01 am

I woke up to the sound a thunder and saw a flash outside my window. damn, I thought to myself. I was a light sleeper so I wasn't going back to bed anytime soon with the storm raging on. I got up out of bed and went to my desk and turn on the sleeping desktop. I open up word and just looked at the blank document before me. "why must I have writer's block" I say out loud. BOOM! I hear outside my window. I jump and place my hand on my chest. "Damn it that was loud as fuck". I got up to make some tea. as I walk in my dark house the lightning flashes again. and again and again. three in a row I count. I began to count to ten to see when the next one will happen. One, two, three, four and another flash happen. I look up and saw something strange. there was a crack on my wall. this is a newly built house so where is there was crack in the wall I ask myself. I'll make a note of it and tell the someone about it. another flash and I notice that the crack begins to get longer. "The hell," I whisper to myself. lighten flashes again and the crack gets longer and longer. I step back. thunder crashes outside and the crack begins to open. Something long and thing comes out. I panic and is froze with fear. My heart beats a mile another and the storm continues to rage outside. The crack begins to spread wider and this skinny thing comes out. its about eight feet tall and I'm just standing there frozen in fear. another flash and it spent towards me. I ran to my room and lock the door. I hear and feel the banging and thrusting of the door then it stops. the storm outside calms to nothing more than a gentle breeze. I'm afraid to open my door. I'm afraid to come out.

I stay up all night until the morning suns shine through my window. I pack a bag and leave this house behind. I find a cheat metal to stay the night at. as the sun begins to set I notice something. It a crack on the wall. as the sun sets lower and lower in the sky, the cracks get longer and wider. I scare. then the tall black things come out again. I try to move away from it and to the door. I yell out in pain when it longer thing finger stabs me in the arm. I cry out for help but nobody comes. I then notice then this black ink is filling my skin. Different pattern are being drawn onto me. Then the thing removes its finger and leaves the way it came.

A few days after that thing stabbed me I started to feel different. like everything was darker but at the same times brighter. I saw things that were there and I saw things that would become. but why. I look at my inked arm and wonder what this meant.

-Riley