He's after me. I can sense him. I can't sleep, I fear my food is poisoned, and every shadow turns to nightmares. Night and day, he's there. Watching me. Through my window, down the street, in my house. I cannot escape. Every waking moment is haunted by Him. The Tall Man. The man with black, slimy tentacles protruding from his back. The man that cannot be hurt. The man with no face. And yet he watches....
I haven't left my house in a week. I order my food from a local eatery, and dine on a sheet in the middle of the floor. I know he can see me. I know he can take me. He's just toying with me. Every day, I see him as I eat. The fork almost dropped the first time, but, every time sense, I have grown more and more aware of his presence as I dine.
That night, I watch the fan above me spin lazily around in its rotation. He's beside me, just out of my vision. I can feel him. His presence both comforts me and frightens me. I wonder sometimes why he wants me. Why he chooses me to torment and protect. His voice, an oddly soothing noise, lulls me into a deep sleep.
As I wake, the shadows dance to greet me. Each one a symphony of motion. They move along the walls in their endless journey. I sometimes think of where they might come from. Each one is unique. My favorite is a little girl as she dances a beautiful ballet, then disappears, the motions still vivid in my head.
"I am going to die." I tell myself. He stands there, in the middle of the room. His tentacles slowly wave in an eerily calming movement. He beckons for me to join him. The shadows dance on the walls, their movements drawing me in to the old friend that is the Tall Man. I enter his embrace, and I am not afraid of death. I lose myself in the figure.....
Then I am no more.
Wed Nov 07, 2012 1:33 pm
