I am not afraid this night, for once in my life. There were rumors of a man, a man who could kill. I was not afraid. He is a fable and nothing else; I do not care for false facts, especially one taken from a bad horror show. I enter the woods. The cold air hits my skin and gives me bumps. I do not mind. I continued walking and began to feel rain. It feels like little fingers tapping me. I hear a scream and turn, it is my imagination. I hear something unknown, it is not my imagination. My coat is drenched from the rain and can’t see what’s in front of me. My head is drenched from sweat and see the shape of someone ahead. I hear the scream again, I feel fear. I hear the noise of ripping skin, I feel pain. I wake up from this nightmare and see a room. I wake up from this nightmare and see a monitor. It goes beep.
April 1, 2010