Reverse Reality

A boy. Just a simple, small boy, standing on a beach. A soft, white sand beach that seems to streach of miles. He isn't looking at me, instead looking out at the calm, gentle flowing waves. I look at him cautiously, this is different. He is normally looking at me, why has he turned away? Does that mean he is no longer interested? Or is this simply one of his tricks? I turn away to look at the place I stand upon. A clear blue sky, a turquoise sea that makes a soft "fsshhh" sound, as if whispering constandly into my ears, spilling all the secrets of the world yet speaking just soft enough to remain unheard by anyone else. But it seems I am alone here, the mute boy being my only company.  I walk up to him slowly, the soft sand crunching under my feet as I cautiously approach the boy, scaring him would be a mistake I've made far too many times. "Um, hello little boy, why are you standing here? Are you lost?"

Standing akwardly, waiting for the young boy to answer. Too long, too long, too fucking long! Knowing whats about to happen I race away from the boy like an olympic sprinter. "Dumbass, dumbass, DUMBASS! Why the fuck would you talk to him!?!? You've been through this only a thousand times before!"

I curse under my breathe as the beautiful beach starts warping into an all too familiar landscape.  The soft sand into hard, sharp black obsidian rocks, the once blue sky turns grey with smoke and ash from an unfamiliar source. The once calm ocean roars like a lion and scrapes at the rocks, and I can hear that fucking laughter again. I scream, a desperate attempt to block out that noise, one closely realated to nails on a chalkboard and blades scraping together. I stop quickly and see if I'm being chased and if so, how close he is. But the boy isn't chasing me, he's simply looking at me and giggling as his flesh starts to warp. His skin starts to bubble and burst has his limbs stretch and deform. No, I am not seeing this again. As I begin to run again a thick mist pours off the ocean, making it impossible to see more then a few centimeters. A loud screech fills the air and a rough voice fills the air, gurggling like something drowning in tar. " Come out come out little birdie! I only want to play with you, you can't run that fast small one!"

I shreak and tear off in the direction opposite to the voice, only to hear a cackle in response. " Haha! Stupid bird, you gotta learn to be more quiet! I'm gonna find you now!"

I look back to see how far away he is, once he's normal he can move so damn fast, but looking was a mistake. My foot catches on a large rock and I fall, tearing open my right cheek on the sharp tip. The cackle is louder now and as I look up, my fear comes true. It's Shenaca. Two orange, cat-like eyes cut through the fog  like scissors, followed by a grotesque figure. Shenaca is the height of a normal teenage boy, about 17 years old, but thats where any resembalance stops. Long, thin skinny arms end in large hands with thick, black talons stained with dirt and a rusty dried liquid. He wears normal clothes, a black t-shirt with white ends and khakis for some odd reson. But his face is like nothing I could imagine. Pale faced, with two bright orange eyes, slit like a cats. Small holes are the only thing close to a nose, but the true horror is the mouth. A large slit, from ear to ear gapes open with a long, thin tongue flicking in and out like a hellish serpent.  Crooked, yellowed fangs poke out randomly inside his mouth making it impossible for him to ever close it. "HAHA! WHATS WRONG CHICKADEE? WHY'D YOU  STOP SINGING?", he screams in a voice the echos straight from the depths of Hell.

The talons slash at my face, cutting into my face as I scream in agony. Shenacas giant mouth lunges towards my face, and I scream as the teeth dig into my fa-