It Is Coming



''Run. Run. Faster. It's coming.''

 These are the only thoughts crossing your mind as you sprint towards safety, the trees, a bush, whatever will hide you from It. Your friend is the only one with you that knows; only they know what to expect as do you. The rain, clouds, and fog make the terror all the more real.

 It's coming for you.



 It started out as a sunny day, no problems in sight. Your friend came to your house so you could show him the new pool your family had just recently installed in the backyard. After lots of swimming, splashing and lemonade breaks, the two of you hatch a brilliant plan. One that you couldn't possibly lose in. At the time, it was brilliant. As of your current situation, you're not sure where it went wrong. First, a countdown, and then the chase began. It was exhilarating and yet quite surreal, for it was just a game, wasn't it?

 Moving behind a tree thick from age, you try to catch your breath, keeping an eye out for suspicious movement. Suddenly, a flash of light, and panic takes a hold of your psyche. It takes a moment to recover and realize that your friend is gone. Disappeared from your side, leaving only footprints running towards the house. You tell yourself repeatedly that it's a bad idea to follow, but worry for them causes you to rush behind.

 You're at the house now, but absolutely nobody is there to be found.

 It is there, though.

 Instinct takes over and you're done hiding, now bolting to the door of the house; your house. It follows extremely close in pursuit, knowing It's coming in for the kill. You reach out for the door and grasp the handle. Alas! The door is locked! You have nowhere else to run, and you slump down and claim defeat. It catches you, and the game is over. You've been scared out of your mind, but now you know the pain can end with one tap on the shoulder.

 And that's the last time you ever played tag at night.