The Creature In The Cold
It took me a while to realized that my eyes had stopped their infuriating watering. I breathed in deeply, my nose having finally said its farewells to that god awful stench. I looked out the window and found eyes staring back at me. I looked into them, trying to find anything, they where emotionless, depthless, and cold. It didn't take long for me to realize they were my eyes in the reflection of the glass. I could've sworn that, a second ago, those eyes were someone else's, something I should remember, should fear, but it couldn't be, for it was simply me. I saw a shadow pass by my window after another few hours. But that couldn't be right, because shadows are swallowed by the overall darkness of the pitch black night. In other words, shadows don't exist in the night time. I wondered if the moon knew what a shadow was, or perhaps it thinks shadows are legends, myths made up by the sun.
The door to my house slid open with its usual groan, I ignored it, the wind was probably just banging against it. I heard footsteps but it sounded distant, like there were piles of cotton in my ears. It was probably just the memory of the people that used to exist here, they all moved along after a while, I wonder where they all went. How long have I been alone? I racked my brain for an answer but found that there was nothing there, not a single thought. When I tried to think further it felt like I was slamming y fist against a cold metal wall. The steel echoing hollowly at me. The sound mad me sad, so I stopped thinking. I continued looking out the window, the emptiness didn't bother me, my brain never spoke to me anymore.
My bedroom door opened with a loud creek, and my breath caught. I had forgotten about the footsteps that I had heard in my house. I sunk deeper into the springy mattress, as quite as I could, and waited.
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The Creature In The Cold
Mystery / ThrillerIts the dead of winter, blizzards ragging from left to right. The streets are cold and deathly silent. A husk of a women walks alone on the street, the lamp lights flickering as she passes. The stench of this retched place enough to make anyone sick...
