Shadow in the Corner

I'm not sure how it happened, I barely even remember how it started. But all I knew is that he was standing right in front of me. That hooded man, with the scarlet smile. He stood in the corner of the very dark room. The only light I had was a dim lantern sitting next to me on a small lamp stand. I was in a metal folding chair, not know how I got here.

The figure seemed gentle, yet hostile in some alien way. He was tall, but at times he looked short. It looked like he would change size every time I looked at him. Sometimes he'd be nine feet tall, other times he'd only be six and sill sometimes only four or five.

My digital wristwatch had shut off and my video camera went all fuzzy with static. I tried to fix it, but it just got worse. It all started when the figure appeared. He wore a strange black cloak and a deep hood that shadowed his face, though I could see it still. He had big white, pupil-less eyes that sat in withered and cracked black spots on his face. It looked like he was crying--he had long black cracks and shadows that poured down from his eyes.

He smiled, his smile was so big. He didn't have any lips, but his mouth dripped blood. He had long black and yellow fingernails that were tipped and dripped a red and black fluid that seemed alien to me. Along where his chest was, his clothing was soaked in a suspicious red liquid and had a yellow puss mixed in.

I thought he was going to hurt me at first, but I guess not. From a distant memory I remember running down hallways in whatever building this was... running from something. I remember seeing... corpses. I do not know exactly how they died--only that they were mauled and shredded and made into a feast for some maniac.

I couldn't remember a thing! Why was this? It made me angry and confused. My mind was scrambled. How did I get here? What is that thing standing in the corner, looking at me? He looks friendly, but then again... dark and evil in some way. I don't know how to describe it, but I knew that I was afraid.

"He-ello?" I asked, stuttering. "Wh-who are y-you?"

"Don't be afraid..." he whispered to me, I don't even think I saw him open his mouth to talk. "Who are you?" I asked, hoping that he wasn't hostile towards me. He gave me a glance, still smiling. "I am The Dark..."

"What?" I asked again, hoping that he'd give me more of an explanation. ''"I am the thing that lurks with the darkness... I thirst and I have reawakened..." he said with a pause. "I am hungry... and I must eat... Your name is Carl Mathews..."''

I was surprised that he knew my name. "How do you know my name? How did I get here?" I asked, demanding an answer. He did not answer me. Then he finally said, "Where are you parents?"

"I... I don't know. I don't remember..." I replied, wondering more and more. He gave me a glance that suggested an evil grin, although his face did not change at all. "Where are they?" I asked.

"They're dead."

My heart skipped a beat. A mournful feeling inside of me and a fearful feeling was raising in the room. "What?" I asked. The man seemed to giggle. His voice suddenly turned odd and distorted--warped and mutated. "I ate them..."

I could barely believe what was going on. I was beginning to believe that this was all some dream, or some hallucination. Nevertheless I knew it was not. I knew I was awake and I knew this thing was right in front of me. Eyeing me with dead eyes like I was some candy bar.

"Don't worry... Everything will be alright..."

"If my family is dead... how is everything alright!?"

"Don't worry... I am here... I am no longer alone anymore... Don't worry... Don't worry... I can spare you... but at a price..."

"What price?" I asked, almost regretting speaking. He gave me a glance and suddenly opened up his mouth. He had long sharp fangs drenched in blood. As soon as he opened his mouth, a seemingly river of blood poured out, spilling everywhere. He spoke again, this time moving his mouth with the words he spoke. His voice sounded more warped than ever.

"YoU mUsT sTaY hErE... fOrEvEr..."

I didn't want to say yes, but then again I didn't want to be eaten alive. "Why?"

"I am lonely... I'm all alone... by myself... I have no friends or family. I love company, could you supply such things?" he asked. I... I nodded, hoping someone would come and save me. "Good..." he said. "Eventually, I will eat you. But I'll spare you for a while..."

Great, he was going to kill me anyways. I almost passed out, this was scaring me. I began to grow very fearful and eventually, passed ou...