The Story of the Black Dogs

Chapter 2.2

     Charles looked at the photo with the missing eyes, then his gaze drifted to the creepy old man with the broken smile.

      The old man's smile widened until he could see his infected gums. "You have seen my Daisy."

     "No," Charles said nervously. "I haven't seen a black dog."

     The old man's lips turned downward, and his face contorted into a horrible scowl. "N-no. Y-you have seen m-my Daisy."

     "I haven't!" Charles shouted as he tried to use the rush of anger to fight against the cold fear that was creeping into his chest.

     The old man lunged over the table and took hold of Charles's jacket. His crazed eyes bore into his soul.

     "YOU HAVE!" the old man sneered as he shook Charles by his jacket. "YOU HAVE! ONCE YOU SEE THE BLACK DOG YOU CAN' T UNSEE IT!! She's got your scent."

     The old man gave a maniacal laugh.

     Charles stood up and shoved the old man by his shoulders, sending him slamming back into his booth. "Get off me!"

     He looked around the diner expecting people to be staring at them due to the commotion, but what he saw terrified him even more. No one looked up. No one seemed to have even noticed that anything was going on. It was like he wasn't even there.

     The old man rose from his booth, the devilish scowl still darkening his face. "Y-you tell me wh-where my D-daisy at right now."

     Charles moved to exit the booth as he kept his eyes on the old man. "I don't know what you're talking about you crazy b*stard!"

     "TELL ME!!" The man lunged across the table again, knocking down the plate of food from the table.

Shatter

     Glass flew across the floor as Charles wrestled with the crazed old man.

     "TELL ME!!" The old man was nearly foaming at the mouth.

     Charles shoved him off, this time sending him slamming onto the table, but it didn't stop him. The old man scrambled to get up, as his eyes began to turn bloodshot red. Something was wrong with him.

     *Ting

     Charles ran out of the diner in an attempt to escape the crazed lunatic, but no sooner than he left the building than he was met with the man's crazed roar.

     "AHHHHHHH!!!" The old man jumped onto Charles's back while screaming. 

     Charles fumbled in the parking lot as he struggled to shake the man off him until he eventually decided to slam him against a nearby truck.

      The old man finally fell off his back groaning.

     "Daisy. My daisy." the old man whined.

     "Crazy b*stard." Charles spat as he turned away from the groaning old man.

     'This place is crazy.' Charles thought. 'I'd be better off in my truck.'

      "Hehehehehee! There's my Daisy."

       Charles looked down at the old man who was curled up on the ground and swaying back and forth, as his gaze locked on something behind Charles.

     Charles followed his gaze.

     NO

     Charles backed away as the roaring rush of blood flooded his ears once more.

     NO

     Eyes. Deep glowing and red once again glared at him through the darkness. But this time, it glared from under his truck.