Which way to go?by
hajekaComment by K3Master: How many times had he parked his car in this garage? How many countless days and months and years since he had bought a small apartment in this building? It was many, he knew, and he'd never felt like this before.
He tried to laugh it off, and took another step towards the staircase that he had traversed so many times before, but he found that he simply couldn't do it. Couldn't take that step, because he was suddenly terrified.
He couldn't explain why, and he slapped himself and pinched himself and told himself that it was stupid and silly and moronic. Just get up the stairs and go home and grab a finger of brandy, and forget this already. Stop being a little girl!
Yet nothing he could say to himself, either out loud, or in his head, helped in the slightest. He was rooted to that spot, staring at the stairs and at that space underneath. A space he knew was empty because he had just approached from the other direction not a moment before.
But he knew that for some reason, it was different now. For some reason, as he had passed some kind of silent threshold, some kind of hidden barrier, that something had changed. That space wasn't empty now. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew.
Just then, a small whisper came from that place that he stared so intently at, his eyes now hurting from the strain, and that whisper caused his body to shiver violently, and his bladder released, and a tortured moan came from deep within his chest, yet still he stood there. He was beyond panic and flight. Beyond even attempting to tell himself that it was all just his mind, all just a silly anxiety attack.
As he moaned, a shadow fell, and it fell against the light (that isn't possible! a small, but dying, part of his brain shouted) and it began to advance, and the whisper grew louder and more intense, though it said nothing that he could understand. He began to cry now, and his legs threatened to give out from under him, yet still he stood.
The whisper then turned to a piercing shriek, and the shadow grew until it masked all the light around him and it came from under the stairs, and it was cold, and it was darker than the blackest night, and as it engulfed him entire, the last thing he saw, floating in the blackness, were two piercing points of sickly green light that wavered and dripped and were utterly evil.
Then, he knew no more.
And it fed.
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