An elderly man grabbed the shot glass and dumped it down his throat as he sat in the local pub. He slammed the glass down and lit the cigarette in between his lips.
"Take it easy old man, you don't want to waste those last years left," the bartender muttered as he took the glass and began to clean it with the wet cloth. The elderly man chuckled as he used his two fingers to pull the cigarette away and blow out the smoke.
"It really doesn't matter to me," he replied, and rubbed the cigarette against the ashtray. "Besides, it's not your body, is it?"
"No sir, I was just-" the bartender stopped and bit his lip. "I apologize," he sighed and sauntered back into the back kitchen to retrieve a few more beers.
The elderly man slipped on his leather jacket and stalked outside into the cool Winter air. He stuffed his hands in his jacket and began on his way down the city sidewalk.
The bartender came back out of the kitchen and clutched his hand to his chest.
"That man, something suspicious about him," he exclaimed to a young man with shaggy black hair. The man looked up from his drink.
"The elderly one? He did look awfully familiar as well," the man responded and set down his beer.
"Would it be strange to say that he looked like the one from the newspaper?" The Bartender asked. The young man shrugged.
"Not at all, looks like the one who went missing a few years ago." Both men sat there in silence for a moment until the bartender spoke up.
"It's getting late, finish up your drinks and get on home!" He called to the group of thugs in the corner playing billiards. The young man dug through his pocket and found a crumpled twenty.
"Keep the change," he sighed and made his way outside. The pale moon showed brightly down on the snow covered street as he pulled on his jacket and wound his scarf around his neck. He crept into the back alley of the pub and found his way through the darkness.
He froze when he heard something crash a few feet away, his eyes wide as he tried to find what had made the noise.
"Come out!" He yelled. "I'll fight you!" he heard the familiar cackling of the elderly man as he stepped out of the shadows. The young man's eyes widened as the elderly man stepped closer and grabbed him by the collar.
"Let me go!" The young man shrieked. He noticed the elderly man's devious smirk. He looked down at his old wrinkled hand and noticed that it was beginning to glow.
"You've got a real nice face, young, very handsome," The elderly man mumbled. The young man's lip twitched.
"J-just let me go man, I need to get home, I'm not even supposed to be drinking!" The young man exclaimed. The glow became brighter, searching up the neck of the young man until his face began to glow. The elderly man gritted his teeth as the unbearable pain began to take over his body.
A blood curdling scream was heard throughout the city of London. The only thing found at the trace of the scream was the lifeless body of an old man and the flew last screams of the abandoned soul of the young man.
Thanks to an idea from a friend, I've decided to use part of my chapters to suggest undiscovered gems on wattpad. Today's Book of the Chapter is:
The Unique Summer I call my own, by: Tellmeifimgood
It's the story of Bridgette who has a 'whack-job' Grandmother and is never taken seriously. It tells the story of her Summer with her friends.
I hope you can check it out, her writing is incredible!
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