I ran, my breath shortening with each fleeting step. I turned a sharp corner, almost losing my footing on the slick concrete side walk. The echo of heavy soles padding behind me got louder. They were gaining on me.
A black, CF Bedford van pulled up with a jolt as i closed in on the end of the abandoned street. It was less than 200 metres away, but i had doubts about my chances of reaching the van before those…things were atop me.
A sharp pain stabbed at my side and i was gasping for breath, I looked back at my followers, their deformed figures rapidly closing the gap between us.
Suddenly, as I turned back to face the path, horror struck me. My heart lurched, I stopped breathing.
A giant, sheer, grey wall stretched out to either side and stood roughly 15 feet high, vaguely reflecting the ominous bank of storm clouds that began rolling in like tidal waves.
In a panic, I desperately grappled at the wall, hoping, just hoping, that I could scale the wall or find an escape in time.
As I looked back, a fork of lightning broke through the sky, as bright as the sun, illuminating a monstrous face only inches from my own. I felt the warm, wet breath pouring from its round flaring nostrils on my cheeks and something sharp stroked my arm. Its large, yellow, cat-like eyes seem to almost glow, like two almond shaped torches, and I could almost feel the anger radiating from them. The creatures skin was grey and rough, as though it had been carved from ancient rock. Its two taloned feet marched backwards, then the beast braced itself, eyes narrowing to slits. It signalled to the others with a ear piercing shriek, making my whole body tremble.
Thousands of pointed needle-like teeth, ready to tear my flesh like it was cotton, arose from gaping jaws. My heart jumped wildly in my chest, my teeth chattered so viciousley i thought they might break and my fingernails dug into my shacky clenched fists so hard they may have even started to bleed, as the horde of abnormalities pounced.
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Dark Lights
Mystery / ThrillerBeing wrongly accused of crime is bad. Waking up in jail and not even remembering who you are, is worse. This 26 year old no-name constantly lives in fear of his own mind, afraid because every night it comes back to haunt him, Horrific visions plagu...