Closer To...
By: Amy Scheibe
I sit next to him.The darkness pours in.I can feel his disease.He turns his head slowly towards me.I flinch at the sight.His eyes dig into me.Searching my soul.I try to stop it.A fight within me.The searching continues.Till it stops abruptly with a twisted smile.Him then knowing my every weakness.He never says a word but his body language tells it all.His lips part and he speaks two words."Hello again."My eyes widen.My body freezes.I ask "w..what?"He says nothing.Just hums a familiar tune.I try to move, but my body refusesI feel somehow drawn to listen.It goes on for what feels like hours.He stops suddenly.Feeling as if I am returning from a trance.He smiles "Remember me?""Yes." I respond quickly.Trying to force the memory from my mind."…but you were just a childhood nightmare."He laughs hysterically at meHis jaw moving up in down unnaturally,"Just a nightmare? I’m far more than that my dear."I look at him nervously."What are you then?"He stands up slowly, his expression now serious."We've had this conversation." He says."Tell me. What. You. Are." I respond.He disappears from view, yet a feel his breath on my neck."I’m what will be the death of you someday.The more you see me...the closer you are."
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