Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26097843-20150217200242

You are  having a bad day. You just got laid-off, your marriage is falling apart, your father is in the hospital because he drank too much and hurt his head, and this damn itch would not go away. “I need a drink.” you say to yourself.

As you pull into your driveway you discover that your house’s windows had been smashed in. “Dammit!” you yell. ‘just great.” you subconsciously start to to think how you’re going to pay for this. You try to concentrate on the task at hand but all that comes to mind is that damn itch on your arm.

You unhappily walk in to your house thinking you’ll just make some food and go to sleep and hope you don’t get robbed. As you reach the kitchen you feel a warm liquid trickling down your arm. You take a look but you already know what it is. Blood. All over your arm. You’re heart started to race when you noticed your other hand scratching your itch. The pain was near unbearable at this point. You double over and find yourself on your back. The pain has stopped. you are confused.

You then burst from your bed covered in cold sweat. “just a dream you reassure yourself, “just a dream.” you then feel warm liquid on your bed. Confused you look. Blood. Blood everywhere. All over your bed. You feel the adrenaline shoot through your body as your heart starts to race.

You look to your left and see a shadowy figure with demonic glowing red eyes standing there, it spoke in a raspy evil voice,”You shouldn’t have scratched.”  