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Prompt #2 Attempt by @sirblood

~~~~~Based on a true story~~~~~

Walking into the woods, I strangely sought out for something. I wasn't sure what though. As i travelled down the trail of the woods I came across a gas station. What could a gas station be doing in a place like this? By the looks of it, it seems to be a Quick Trip? Whatever

I entered the gas station anyway, feeling hungry. So I went in to get some chips and soda. When I went to pay for it, I was held at armed robbery by an unknown man. He just stood there, as if time had froze. So I took the gun and shot him in the head.

Cops immediately showed up but did not question me as I left the building. I then kept my feet to the trail as I came across a lake. The one that looks like Crystal Lake from Friday The 13th. Very strange.

I quickly walked to the other end of the lake and pulled out a murky and decayed body that somehow reminded me of my ex Pamela. I mourned for like five seconds and then began to leave. As i left the entrance of the lake a spectre appeared.

This spectre had pale white skin, bloody blonde hair, a missing eye with blood and fluids dripping out, and her night gown was stained with blood. No idea what happened but she was not happy with me. She screamed at me asking me what I know of pain and suffering. To be honest, I don't remember the response I gave.

I ignored her as I left. Then the worst came. The creature that haunted me the most came to visit me in my dreams. Der Grobbman. Translated from German to be known as, The Dark Man.

I heard a loud shriek as I yelled for him to get out of my head. I was then in the same lake and was drowning. How do I know? I fell from the air and saw the body I pulled out.

I then woke up

Realizing what I had seen was a dream, I sat up sweating bullets. Then the true horrors began. I saw three dark figures standing by the entrance of my bedroom door, starring at me. Even though they were made of shadows and did not have a face, I could tell they were not happy.

I turned to my left to see another dark figure. But this one had a face! His eyes were a glowing white with a glowing white smile. At first he was knelt down, but then he stood up with his smile growing larger. I sat there in shock as slowly bent a full ninety degree angle. As he did, his smile grew more and more menacing.

I then turned my head directly to the end of my bed. That's when I saw him again. The beast I now crave to see oh so dearly; Der Grobbman.

He stood before me emotionless and not moving a single muscle. I was mortified. This was the first time I truly knew what it meant to be afraid.

I was encased in darkness. Trapped in a abyss with nowhere to move. Then again, I couldn't. I could barely more, couldn't speak, or breathe. Couldn't blink either. This torment lasted for about 10 minutes before it all went away.

Once freed from the ensnarement, I tried to stand up from my bed; only to end up vomiting everywhere on my bedroom floor.

I laid on my vomit covered floor, struggling to breathe. This was my most mortifying moment of my life.

To this day, I seem the man of shadows and the beast. The grand prize that haunts me day and night. The great Der Grobbman. I will not peacefully rest until I find them. But when I do, the dead shall dance as all of hell sings in a glorious opera.

Then, shall the great theatrics of battle be performed for the devil to see. Then soon, one of the three contenders shall be sweetly sugared upon descent into hell.

Writer SirBlood

Mini Critique:

You did well in explaining the gore of the story, but it lacked in setting description. The character descriptions were limited.

The dream sequence was done well excluding the punctuation mistakes. Try not to rush the story, but take your time to interpret want you have in your mind to your readers.

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