The Sandman (Robbie Kay)

He's coming

(Don't play the audio now, I'll tell you when)

My feet hit the ground hard. I was running. Running for my life, if he caught me that would be it. He was coming, I know he was right behind me. I looked back quickly and turned my head back before I knew it my face made contact with a cold metal pole.

Complete darkness.

I woke up to a voice talking to me. God is that you?
Then I realized the situation I was in, my eyes snapped open and I jolted up. I scanned the area until I saw a pair of legs right in front of me, I looked up. It was one of the hobos from earlier, Grace. I was shocked to see her fully decked out in Gucci designer clothing.

"My amigo! What you doing on that nasty floor? And why is your forehead redder than Elmo's anus." She said.

"English please?" I said. I've been so busy wondering what the fuck happened to me that I didn't realize the immense pain in my head. I groaned and rubbed my forehead.

"Oh, my bad b. Lemme introduce you to my friends." The freshly decked out hobo said.

"Huh?" This bitch has friends?

I looked over and my jaw hit the ground. The main hobo, Grace pulled out a stereo and started blasting the song "Cherry Bomb" by The Runaways. Her hobo gang approached us in slow motion. How the fuck did they get Gucci clothing. While I was thinking my eyes laid on a familiar face, my husband Bill.

"Bill?? What the fuck, are you for real in this gang?" I exclaimed.

Bill paused and ran off out of the train station. All the hobos stopped and watched. One of them seemed to get pissed.

"Attendance matters puss breath!" The angry one shouted.

"It's fine, I will take it out of his paycheck." Grace said calmly while scratching her vagina through her pants.

She looked down at me.
"So, what are you doing this late at night laying on the floor? Is this what you poor people do now?" She chuckled and her gang all joined in the laughter.

"Bitch weren't you butt naked wearing a white I-love-NY t-shirt a few hours ago. And eating your rancid diarrhea out of a Taco Bell bag that you used for a shoe?" I said.

She stared at me in the eyes and did not blink once.

"Anyways, come brothers, we have an important business meeting to attend." She then blasted the song "Back In Black" by AC/DC and walked off with her gang.

What a sight it was, 10 hobos, and their light-up sketchers going off. You would think since they dress cleanly now they would smell good, but they all still smell like earring backs. I brushed the encounter off and finally got up from the floor that I passed out on. And then I remembered if I passed out then- Thousands
of questions rushed into my head:
"Did he do something to me?"
"How long was I passed out for?"
And most importantly,
"WHERE THE FUCK DID HE GO?"

I can't be in the train station any longer. Fuck this, I'm getting out of here. I walked up the stairs and I took a deep breath of fresh air. It was still dark out so I couldn't have been passed out for too long. The streets were empty, which was weird for the city but then again a lot of weird things have been happening to me tonight. So whatever. I decided to head to my friend's house, it's close to the train station, he'll let me stay over until it's morning. A 10-minute walk, that's all it takes and I'll be safe. I started walking, but something was off. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Walking turned into fast walking. And then I heard it.

(Play audio now)

Music was echoing from the distance with a voice. No..this is all too familiar. It's happening again. He's coming.
Fast walking turned into running. I ran, I ran so fucking fast. Everything went by so fast but then again felt so slow. I knew if I kept running he would eventually catch up. I needed to think, and I needed to think fast. I practically threw myself down on the floor and hid behind a car. I peeked my head up and looked down the street. No one was there. Just the sound. I dropped down and laid my back against the car. I was gasping for air. I can't take it anymore, I wasn't made to run like this.

A beam of light popped up and it was still. It was coming from the direction I was running from. I poked my head up, there was a car down the street in the middle of the road shining their lights. The car wasn't moving but I knew it was waiting for me. He's searching for me and he knows I'm here somewhere. I have to move now. I got up and crouched down, I ran and I used the cars lined up on the block for cover. But somehow that wasn't good enough, I heard the engine roar and the car started driving, and it was driving fast. I turned a block, luckily for me, this was my friend's block. I just needed to make it to his house and this will be done. I ran halfway down the block and reached his house, ran up the stairs and banged on his door loudly.

"DACRE! DACRE PLEASE OPEN UP!" I screamed.
My back was exposed but I needed to focus on getting inside. The door swung open, thank fucking god.

"What? What? What's the matter." He said in a concerned tone.

"We can't talk out here, we need to get inside now."
I pushed him in, shut the door and locked it.

"I'll explain everything."