I hated being alone...
I spent my whole life in agony, begging for a better life and wishing for a greater good. It never worked for me... I tried to release my suffering and lost my companions, the battles I had between my own family and my rather evil spirit that overpowered my perception.
But I am alone... in solitude. overlooking the horizon, that is my wall in fact and a TV with nothing left. Well as I thought... a sudden call came forth to my life. I glared at the phone it is lit the darkness of my room for a few seconds.
*picks up phone and answers*
Me: "Um... Hello?"
Unknown caller: "I see greatness in you, yet failure..." it says in a deep menacing voice.
Me: "What? Who the heck is this? I said powerfully yet weak internally.
Unknown caller: "You already know me... I am your sufferi-"
*call ends*
*TV switches off along with phone*
I felt is if my blood drained down my whole body in despair although seeming confident with the way I responded to the situation. I stared into the darkness of my room listening to the droplets or rain smacking the sheet metal shed as it was all I could hear. I had felt as if someone was actually in the room with me... behind... me.
*boot sounding room footsteps fill the room in slow intervals*
I heard some one behind me... I thought I was alone but... I looked behind whilst still contained in the dark room and aiming to look in the hallway that showed a straight passage to my room and... and my body dropped... as I looked into the darkness with my already adjusted eyes, it saw me... and I saw it...
It was her, my dead sister... I stood up and looked directly at her face also observing her appearance and she looked just the same the day we had an accident. Then she pointed... at me... I was petrified to witness this therefore my movement seemed forbidden to my own power.
Dead sister: "You... you did this to me sis, father will have you one day and kill you..."
Me: "It was... it was never my fault sis I am sorry this happened to you..."
She stopped pointing slowly dragging her hand down back to its original position but I saw she started taking footsteps, footsteps towards me. I quickly sprinted to the entrance of my door before she could do anything to me, unlocked the door in immense panic and shut it in despair. I walked backwards unusually trying to look at my windows of the house and she was there standing in my bedroom... eyeing me down and smiling creepily but then look to the other window and saw a person with a scythe. He had a robe, face of evil and darkness with black smoke forming around his body.
My instinct told me to run as far as I could away from my house in a street lit neighbourhood and I did in introspection as I ran to cross street in the whistling wind and veritable storm. As I was saturated in the rain, I fell in the middle of the street in melancholy and the burdening of frailty within me making me acutely impotent. I layed on the middle of the street on my hands and knees with the widened onyx of my eyes in dread. I felt a hand reach my shoulder and darkness possessed me as the lampposts turns to switch off down the street.
I learnt... at the moment that I was never alone, he was always with me... watching my every feelings, step and thoughts. He is overpowering like a fox on a chicken... too smart for me to handle. As I felt the touch grasping my shoulder softly, I tried to look at what this could be that is making me uneasy but I couldn't at all turn my head to see, however I saw at the corner of my eye a black smoke forming around my body... my voice was disabled somehow and I couldn't at all call for any help and it hit me...
