What Happened to Ryun

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It was a dark and stormy night. The rain fell hard against the sidewalk. I had just gotten out of the tavern, I wasn't drunk just wanted to get home.  I turned the corner onto my street. "No streetlights? Must be a power outage." I grumbled under my breath. Then headlights beamed me, blinding me for a moment. The truck drove past slow, too slow for my liking. The glimpse I caught of the driver nearly had me stunned with fear. All I caught was a pair of thick black rim glasses and solid white eyes along with a black baseball cap. I continued my pace normally thinking to myself "I must of had more than I thought." I finally reach my building and open the front door with my key, only three other people had access to my building. I lived on the third floor. "Elevator broken , power outage, right." I said aloud. I started up the stairs when a flash of lighting lit up the entire building. Glancing up at my door, through the cage elevator, I see the same white eyes standing at my door. The loud crackle fills the air around me pinning me against the wall as another flash fills the room the figure vanished. Being an ex-cop I grabbed my gun and proceeded to my door. Once there I check to see if my door is still locked, it is. "Keep it together Ryun. Its just the storm playing tricks on you" once I unlock my door I open and close it quick with me on the other side. I throw my keys on the table then I collapse to the floor. A sharp pain fills the back of my head and I hear demonic laughter fill my small apartment.

I awoke tied to a chair the sun was up and blood dripped from my head. I looked around for anyway to cut the ropes that were bound to my hands and feet. No sooner than I had been able to raise my head to look around an old man, in his late eighties and severely malnourished, was tossed at my feet. The old man beaten and broken lay lifeless on the floor. I look to the doorway, of the tiny shack I was in, to find the same white eyes and thick black glasses staring directly at me. They seemed to pierce my soul. The figure had long lanky arms and legs in all black and a smile that literally went from ear to ear filled with teeth that resembled daggers. The door slammed followed by the sound of a truck pulling away. I felt myself faint from the blood loss.

 As I awake I notice my head is bandaged and the ropes have been cut. I am still in the chair but now im in the corner of the tiny shack leaned against the wall. I see the old man, weak but alive, sitting in the corner opposite from me looking out the window. "Hey old timer, what happened. I just had the weirdest dream." " take it easy son, that thing hit you pretty hard and it was no dream." He replied in a shaken almost broken voice. Just then a truck was heard pulling up out front." That's all I can say son, I hope your luck is better than...." a rope flies through the window and lassos the old mans neck then rips him outside. Soon after I hear a truck peel out on the dirt. I get up as fast as I can, collapsing to my knees at first then work my way to the door. I open it to see the old man being dragged by the rope around his neck bouncing like a rag doll against the dirt as the rocks slice his skin like a hot cheese grater to butter. "What is wrong with you!?" I scream. The truck then makes a sharp turn into the nearby woods. The old mans body still dragging behind lifeless.  The truck, Making a pass so close to a tree that it rips off its passenger side mirror, causes the mans body to wrap around the tree to where his feet locked around his neck and his stomach burst open causing his intestines to cascade out as if he was a sadistic piñata. The sound of his bones snapping against the tree sounded like bamboo fields burning. It made my skin crawl. The figure stopped and proceeded to exit the truck. It ripped the thick rope with its hands then picked up the old mans body by his head and held it out as if to show him as a prize kill then turned to me and smiled a smile I felt in my soul. That's when I knew I was going to die.