M.A.T.H

Chapter 6 Scares

He opens the wooden door next to the bar which has a tiny circular window on it. It was covered in dust so I held my breathe as I walked past it making sure to not blow it all over my dress. The stairs are extremely crooked and steep so I be careful not to trip on on them but I can't help but the notice the mould growing on the banister. I get so distracted by it that of course I trip embarrassing myself in front of a man that I don't even know. Oh well it's happened now. He lets out an old man chuckle and then wheezes and coughs as he gets to the top step. We turn the corner and through a door I see a luxury bed with surprisingly clean sheets. The rest of the room is filthy though. A falling- apart side table which held the butts of about 50 cigarettes and had probably over 100 burn marks on it from him not having an ash tray; a hole was chewed in the wall nearest the door and I swear I saw a little shadow run past it; and even the door leading inside was basically hanging off of the wall by literally half a hinge.

He was the perfect victim for tonight but I definitely won't be taking his blood because he is a fucking filthy, skank who can't obviously help is smoking addiction. (No criticism towards people who smoke I know a lot of people who smoke and they are nice people).

My blood boils underneath my skin. Boils like nothing I have ever felt before. My eagerness to go and pounce on him now battles with the element of surprise and fear lurking beneath the shadows of my body. I can only hold it back for a few more minutes before the beast is let go.

He puts is filthy hands on my waste and glides them up and down. I whimper and goose bumps slowly grow along my legs and arms. Every time he brings his hands down he goes lower and he begins to touch my ass. Oh how badly I want to punch this man is unreal. He reaches my back and begins to undo the buttons on the back of my dress. I whimper slightly again a as I feel his cold hands on my lower back. He moves forward to encourage me to undo his buttons on his shirt so I begin to do so and he seems pleased. Once he had gotten to the top button I stepped back. He looked at me angry and confused.

My brain races with a track of thought as I pull down my dress revealing what was underneath. Showing him what was really beneath that dress not a good sexy body just flailing organs and blood dripping from every corner. I pull my hands up to my side and into a claw shape and hiss and screech at him. He fell back onto the bed breaking it and make him fall through. I still held up my act though making myself look as scary as possible. Oh you should of seem his face when he looked up at me oh of course I will always remember that. His eyes were wide and his jaw was dropped - looked terrified and shocked. He was stuck in one place he would not move and would only stare at me. Maybe he was having a seizure. Oh well.

I swiftly turn around and pick up the dress I was wearing and flew out of the door and out of an open wind I had spotted earlier.