Wednesday, March 13, 2013
The Dark Man
I live in fear of the faceless thing. Its evil and not a human being. He seems to always be watching me. I never feel completely free. His name is the Dark Man. For me he has an evil plan. He comes from some void. Trying to plague, with typhoid. He always appears from behind. Black cold fingers, reach into my mind. A chill surges through my body. Paralyzed until released, brain choppy. Dark Man wants something from me. Face is tar, formless, I can never see. A blur of darkness, sticky and terrifying. He’ll take me to a place, that’s dark and chilly.