Supernatural is for Real

The People of Satan

Walking into the diner I immediately run into the bathroom. I check to make sure no one is in the stalls before I start pulling the shards of glass from my face and hands. I can't help but hold in my screams of pain as I throw the glass into the sink. Blood slowly runs down my face and I rub it clean with water. After that I quickly darted out of the bathroom. Thud! Looking up I had accidentally bumped into somebody. He was slightly tall, with dim green eyes, and he had a strange atmosphere to him.

"I'm sorry", I say stepping back. "No my apologies I should have looked were in was going", he said Lind of smiling. I smiled back then walked around him heading towards the small bar to sit down. I noticed he walked back and sat down with a taller man with long brown hair that fell a little below his ears. They began talking and then both started looking around the diner like they had lost something.

"Can I get you something". I turn toward the voice and I see a man standing there drying a glass with a rag. He must work here." Um, a coffee will do, thank you", I say politely digging through my jacket hopping I still had my wallet. I did so I paid him and then clasped my clammy hands together so he couldn't see me shake. He handed me my coffee and then looked at me strangely.

"Having a rough night", he asked. "Yeah something like that", I said hesitantly. "I know this is a strange question to ask, but can you possibly tell me wear I'm at". "Yeah, your in Chicago", he said with a kind laugh. "Thank you again",I say before leaving.

Walking out the door, I'm freaking out because I am in a completely other state. How can that be I was in Arkansas about 30 minutes ago and now I'm in Chicago. Ever since I fell through that window everything is different. I didn't realize we're I was going unroll I stoped at a dead end in a alleyway. I was about to turn around and go back, but then suddenly someone from behind grabbed my mouth! Trying to scream was no use because the hand was smuggling my voice! 

I pull back my arm and drive it through the person's side hitting him with my elbow. The person lets out a yell of pain and falls off. I take off running not even wanting to see who it was. I hear loud footsteps behind me and I pick up the pace trying to outrun it. But I find myself caught in another dead end and there is no escaping. I turn around and there is a man figure outlined in the darkness. "What do you want", I yell! But he just keeps on walking forward. I slowly step back and my back hits the wall. As the man reaches the light my eyes immediately find his, which are a deep dark black taking all the space of his eye! He stops and takes a good look at me. "I've been waiting a long time for this, coming face to face with you", he says chuckling. What does he mean? I don't know this man. He comes closer and I let out a scream.

My eyes closed tightly waiting for whatever type of pain this man is to bring me, but nothing happens. I open my eyes and see 2 men this time standing in the shadows, one holding a knife! And when I look down I see the man before laying on the ground with blood staining the back of his shirt. I feel light headed and I waver to the ground collapsing into darkness...