As I walked in I decided to leave the lights off, it was
better that way. It was so dark. The only light came from the crescent moon, illuminating
my entire living room and engulfing it in shadows. There was a deathly silence
all I heard was the chime of the clock, “tick, tock, tick, tock.” As I sat down
on my oversize brown leather chair, crackling with every movement I made, all I
could think was “that I had done it.” “I had gotten away with it.” Yet, I still
had this awful feeling, a lurching, sinking, butterfly movement at the pit of
my stomach. That’s when I knew something was wrong. I don’t know how or when
but it was going to happen. It was not done.
I
took out a cigar, to ease my nerves. As I tried to light it, my hands began to
shake violently. I took out a handkerchief to wipe my brow. I could feel the
sweat pouring down, like droplets of water running silently down my face. I
look down and I notice that the handkerchief is red…..blood red.
Was
this a sign? It had to be. Suddenly there’s a loud bang against my window, I
jump. I realize that it has begun to rain. As I try to calm my nerves, all I
hear is the roar of the rain, hurling violently, a sign that something bad was
coming. As I sit there, drenched in sweat with my hands grasping the arms of
the chair with such force that my knuckles are turning white. All I could do
was wait. As I look around, I see bars running across the walls, making me feel
trap. I hear a sound. I turn, and there I saw it. A dark long shadow, engulf in
shadows sliding towards me. An evil glow reflected on its eyes, that sinister
smile spread across its face. “It was as if death itself was coming for me.” As
I open my mouth to speak, it comes into view.
I
felt a rush of relief. Who was I kidding everything was fine. But as it turns I
see the glistening of shiny metal mirrored, straight at me. I gasp, “How could
I be so foolish.” Then I hear it. That loud pop, the same sound a Chinese
firecracker makes when it goes off. I feel heavy, I feel as if I am being
dragged. All around me I see the lifeless faces of those I killed. As my eyes
close for the last time, all I hear is a booming, high pitch, ferocious,
sinister laugh. It had won.
