The Garage

I used to love that garage. There always used to be a window in that garage. I used to see strange things. I saw a tall man with no face and people with masks on. They were always staring at me. But I used to see something that was far stranger. I used to call it Rover. It was so different because his mouth would stay inhumanly open for a long time. But I used to think it was funny. It was so funny. It loved my garage. It loved me.

One day it asked me if it could come inside. I knew I couldn't let strangers inside the house. But it's black eyes made me want to let it in. I did.

It acted different.

It asked me about my favorite friend. I said my favorites were all of them. It asked me more questions but I can't seem to remember. But, I still loved playing with Rover.

One day it didn't come to the window. I waited for it. I continued to waited until I got really tired. I finally saw it standing right in front of me. I asked it what it was doing so late and how it came into the house.

It said in a strange voice. "I took all your friends with me, and you're coming with me as well."

I ran away. And now I live somewhere far away from the garage. I still know it is going to get me. I will be with it forever.

---

Credited to Snazzell
Originally uploaded on November 17, 2011

Comments • 0

Loading comments...