short stories

II

   It was getting closer; I couldn't explain what "it" was, but it slowly gravitated towards me. Even in the dark, I could see it's outline looming closer. I didn't want to confront it. I didn't want it to see the overwhelming fear in my eyes. The fear that it wasn't real.
   I turned back into the pitch black night, wondering if it would come after me. I look into the forest, hoping to see its companion. Its companion was frolicking around the field of roses, tripping every now and then.
   I then started to smell onions. It was here, behind me. I then knew that it was real. It placed its forest green palm on my shoulder. There it was, getting ready to yell at me for trespassing over to its side of the beautiful, rose covered, forest.
   I froze. I didn't know what to do, or think. This was the end, the end of my story.