Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27204114-20151112211050

As I reached for the mag-lite I had bought under the guidence of my uncle who was a cross country trucker for 20 years and procalimed, " a few good whacks about the head with this bad boy and anything short of a bear is sorry it fucked with you." There it was agian! Did you hear it? The unmistakable creak of the wooden floor in the hall way of my suspiousciously cheap studio apartment in the "historic" part of Carvosberg a quaint little city boasting a population of about 12,000. The apartment had several drafts and the wall paper had about as many layers as a bag full of onions but I thought it had good bones and that, the bones were what mattered most. But that doesn't matter because right now I would swear before any judge in the state of wisconsion there was someone in my place, But why I wondered gripping my mag-lite like the last life perserve on a sinking ship. Why me? For the decent bit of camera gear I had picked up over the few years I have been into it, my desktop, hell my black friday purchased TV? If they want it take it. Then a much more sinister thought crossed my mind was it me they wanted? But why? I was just plain old John Ash I worked at the local library, had an associates degree in history that I bull shitted my way through and had maybe $500 in the bank on a good week. Wait!? Why am I thinking of my life right now!? Something wants my life and I am sitting in bed holding onto this stupid light waiting for something stupid to get me, no, No more after that day out at the mounds I swore I would survive. "Ok let's do this!" I said to myself as mentally preparing to fuck whatever is out side my door up. As I wait for it to come in I am preparing to spring board off my bed and go about beating it till it stops moving the running like there is a pack of lions after me and I am wearing a meat suit.

Then a massive gush of air blows aginst my bedroom wall and I relize the windows are cracked open and there is an artic storm on its way... I am a complete and udder fool. Just because of those stupid carvings I saw out at the mounds I have these old stories of an native american boogey man stuck in my head and think it is after me. "I really should have just studied something with computers, and not history." I thought to myself as I walk back to bed after properly locking up my place. I get in bed think and experience great joy in th fact that the bed is still warm, but come to think of it, the room is pretty warm. I wonder is the heat on? I look over at the radiator as I start to drift off and I see it. Well not so much an it but more of a patch of dark, the kind of dark that is blacker then the night, the dark you thought would get you when you were a kid. Except now it was real and it was here for me. I reach for my light but, it wasn't there. Oh well it wouldn't of mattered much anyways because the darkness had already taken me. 