Say pal . . . You don't look so good . . .

Rain, rain, go away

You walked quickly, trying to avoid the puddles, they were scattered across the sidewalk you happened to walk on. Well you can't blame nature, if nature has to make it rain, then nature has to make it rain. Reaching your sad apartment that you shared with a few other people. Climbing the stairs to the third floor, and finally walking to your door, you dropped the groceries you were carrying and reached into your coat pocket, digging around for your keys.

Grabbing the sad single key, (like you) you stuck it into the keyhole and twisted it.  'Click!' it signalled you, your door was open. Opening the dark wood door, it showed your rather large apartment room. Picking up the groceries and stepping inside, you closed the door behind you,  with your foot. Your rather small television reflected your silhouette. Your (H/C) hair was tied in a messy bun, and you looked rather pale, you weren't sick, you just lacked a bit of sunlight. Sighing heavily, you went over to the walk-in kitchen and started sorting out the things you bought. Eggs, milk, Coke, Water was placed in the refrigerator. And the sugar in the cabinet, bread was still in stock and wasn't going to expire in about five days. And like your long dead grandmother, you hated food spoilage, and then your mother also hated food spoilage. This trait is like a crappy hand-down-broken-family-object, and now you had the burden of keeping this generation old trait. You slunk out of the kitchen and towards the living room, grabbing the remote and flicking through channels. You settled with a nice dark animation film, watching it till the end.

***

Finally, when the animation was over, you stretched, and sat up, now you were bored, and when you were bored, you meant you were very bored. Glancing out of the window, you watched the rain drum against your window, you felt your eyes droop, but you weren't going to fall asleep, no, this felt different.  This felt like the beginning of a bad dream, a start of a hellish path. You tried turning your head away. 'How funny, the rain is slightly reddish, did someone forget about that time of the month . . . ?' You thought, giggling. Your vision darkened around the corners, you just watched as your window was turning red with the blood drops. Your small carpet shifted as something moved underneath it. Shadows moved around, on their own . . . 

No physical thing that they followed after like humans or animals; day after day, month after month, year after year, centuries after centuries. Maybe it was the day they decided; no more. You focused back on the carpet, the thing was also a shadow. A shadow hand, crawling towards you. You tried screaming, moving or try anything to keep your distance from it. But your body wouldn't cooperate. The hand stopped, attaching itself to the darkness. You realised everything around you was dark, the only thing that allowed you to see, was the blood rain, illuminating the spot you sat on. Like a spotlight. 

Staring in horror at the growing shadow creature, you watched as it begun forming a shape. A shape that resembled a very tall man. Pearly white teeth formed a grin on its slim face, and as the mouth moved to speak . . .

You shot up, toppling off of the couch. Your eyes darted around, where was the blood rain, the shadows, the strange shadow that looked like a man!? You shook your head, sitting up. Your hand landed on a piece of paper. You picked the paper up, sitting cross-legged on the floor. It was a rather old poster, a man seemingly to summoning or pulling some sort of creature out of a book, which a rather charming woman was holding, she had a excited yet nervous expression, while the man was focused on his act. On the top in white bold letters stood;