Nose in a book, the strap of my bag falling off my shoulder as I tried to read as quickly as possible. It was getting intense, the book that was. Of course, reading about scary ass vampires and creatures that moved in the darkness was bound to get intense at some point. I was a sucker for the scary shit. I liked how it got my heart pumping. Only because I knew they weren’t real. That was sort of the fun part, I supposed. Knowing that they weren’t real, but maybe they could be?
Or maybe I was just strange.
Eh, whatever. Not that it mattered much to me anyway. I didn’t care if I was strange, or weird, or out of the norm. What I cared about was the book my nose was currently buried in. Well, that and my grades. Had to have good grades if I wanted to get out of college. Now, what I did after that, was totally up in the air. I was sure I’d figure it out. Maybe. Hopefully.
Oh who was I kidding? I’d probably never figure it out. If I could get paid to read and rate horror stories, I would definitely do that instead. There had to be something out there with that kind of job description right? Oh yeah! I knew it! The realization hit me just as I read through the next few paragraphs of the book in my hands. I could be an editor! How cool would that be? I could edit the books that I love!
Sweet! Yay for me! Can’t believe it took me twenty-three years just to figure out what the hell I was going to do with my life! I’m so awesome!
I grinned as I lifted up my head from the book, elated at my brilliant discovery. The dark street ahead of me never really bothered me, even after reading some of the more gruesome parts of my books. It was probably my only advantage to being a horror book reader. The darkness didn’t really bother me. Or maybe it was the other way around, because the darkness didn’t bother me, I wasn’t too afraid of the books. Well, aside from the rush of excitement and the thrill of the intense scenes.
Yeah, I really was a strange guy.
I froze. My apartment loomed ahead of me, but the street I was passing was pitch black. Looking down it, I lowered the book in my hands and tried to see if anyone was there. The sound came again, shaking and sounding terrified. Slipping my bag off my shoulder, I dropped the book on it and took off down the alleyway, “Hey! Are you alright?”
I stopped running and looked around. The street I ran down was unknown to me. I had a route that I used every day to go to school and go to work, that was it. I didn’t go anywhere else, and I sure as hell didn’t go wandering off into random side streets! Oh, what the hell was I doing? But that cry… That sound… Something is wrong.
If someone was crying out for help, I’d certainly help them without thinking twice. That was precisely the problem. I didn’t think about it. I just went running into the street, looking for someone. A woman, I thought. The voice sounded female anyway. She sounded hurt, maybe she was further down? Maybe she couldn’t move! Oh, shit… If she couldn’t move and was hurt… What was I going to do? My dumbass left my bag in the main street with my cellphone. God I was such a scatter brain sometimes.
“H-Hey!” I shouted, my voice cracking slightly.
Wow, what was wrong with me? Was it possible…? No way. No way I could possibly be a little scared… Maybe. My heart was thrumming wildly though. That same feeling I got when I was reading my gory books. So maybe I wasn’t scared, but more excited.
I ran down the street a little farther, the ends of my jacket flapping as I looked around to try to find the source of that woman’s voice. It called out again, but that time it sounded much hollower than before and a chill fled down my back. I twisted around several times, but I never saw anyone. On my third circular pattern, I came face to face with something definitely not human.
Pitch black in form, the only reason I knew it was there was the silvery holes that I assumed were eyes. Ice flooded my arms, taking over my body and keeping me in one spot. Every muscle was frozen in place. I stared up at the thing as it slowly rose up over my head, almost as if it were curling over me. All the while my mind was screaming at me to do something, that the thing hovering over me was definitely not a good thing and I shouldn’t be gawking at it like an idiot.
The ice traveled further down my arms, through my shoulders and back. I was dizzy, light headed for some strange reason. The longer I gazed at it, the harder it was to keep my eyes open. Groaning slightly, I tried to move something, anything! God I felt like one of the characters in my books. The ones that I yelled at -yes I yelled at them out loud too- for standing there and letting the creature attack them. I was certainly yelling at myself, but I just couldn’t get any strength to do as I wanted.
The icy feeling began to burn all along my throat and chest. It made me wince, hissing in a sharp breath. A weird sound began to fill my ears, like the thing was… Sucking. The hell? It sounded almost like a damn suction cup and the longer it sounded, the heavier my head felt, as well as my limbs. It took my hazy mind a while to catch up to things. Wow. I really had gotten myself into some serious trouble that time.
Almost like the one time a girl screamed near the college and I jumped in to see what was going on. Her boyfriend just about sent me to the hospital. That was definitely not fun, especially since he thought I had been the guy she’d cheated on him with. Figures. Me and my amazing ability to just leap into anything.
Yet, the situation I was in definitely seemed worse. No… It was worse, who was I kidding. The thing was eating me. Maybe. I wasn’t sure. It didn’t feel like it was tearing me apart, but I sure as hell wasn’t feeling good either. Weak was a better explanation as to how I felt right then. I had no strength at all.
Ah, damn it… This sucks…
It was about then that my vision started growing dark.