Demonology

meeting

He's walking slow and calmly. *exhale* the warm breath turning into a fog as it mixes with the icy air. The trees coated with a white powder, the ground seemingly having its own winter carpet. Step, crunch. Step. C-step. Someone else in the area? But its midnight.

I freeze then and there. I slowly move my head around, turning around with it. Foot prints. That aren't mine. But who's? I scan the area. No one..I look back down...."ngh?! What the hell.?", I say out loud. My panic obvious. They're gone, how. Th-its my imagination. Bu-it has to be. I'm tired. Wha-no. Its my mind playing tricks. I turn back around to see a glimpse of a shadowy figure. I blink repeatedly. Gone. I-i-imagination. My brain is playing tricks. No such thing as supernatural. Is there..science work with me here.

Holding his hot cup close to his chest. Reading his book before bed, the air warm and cozy. No spine chilling breezes or dark shadows caking the walls enough to scare. Just a calm cozy mome-shatter!

"Hello? Is someone downstairs!", I get out of bed putting my book down. I wander down the stairs carefully. Knowing which steps creak. I get down and find the glass vase that has shattered. I pick up the flowers and put them in a cup of water. *sigh* "alright. To this part.", i mutter to myself. I pick up the shards, one slicking my hand open almost to the bone. " argh. Great. Honestly.", I yelp out in pain. Hearing a dark chuckle. "Who's there?!", I shout into the dark room. Nothing. Its all in your mind. Its ok. I look back at my bleeding hand.

Cleaned the glass and fixed up his hand. Climbed up the stairs and got in bed. Everything was fine for the rest of the night.