The Eccentric Creature: A Narrative Fiction

559 Words Feb 4th, 2018 2 Pages
How long has he been standing there? I'd lost count of the minutes…or maybe even hours…I don't know anymore, it has all become one massive blur. For days he has been stalking me, slowly slinking towards me from the shadows . He was aware that I knew he was getting closer. Was this some kind of bizarre game to him? It had to be, why else would somebody so cruelly mock another? He could not possibly be a trick-or-treater from Halloween. I had tried challenging him, shouting out to him that I was sick and weary of his twisted sense of humor. I threatened to call the police hoping that he would figure out that I was being serious and would leave me alone. My mind spoke sense but my subconscious told me that it was hopeless. This thing was not human. It was impossible. The stature of the thing was too large to be a normal human; both its legs and arms were abnormally disproportionate, stretched to almost improbable extents. And then there was his face; the thought of it sent ghastly chills down me even in broad daylight. There was no face just pure bleached skin, like something from a child's nightmare. The black suit he wore made his utterly pale skin seem to have a strange glow but yet somehow he was still able to blend into the surroundings, staying perfectly concealed. A slight movement…
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