The Mist

I was young, and didn't know any better. I was currently living in Arizona. I was at home, and I saw a man steal my dads bike, but his face... I can remember it vividly. His face was cracked, but with literal cracks, not dryness.

I could see his skull and all. His eyes were glazed over, and I don't remember it clearly, but I think he had brown hair. Then, a fly crawled out of his mouth and he stared at me suddenly.

I then said "Who's taking daddy's bike?" and my father rushed out of his room, but the man had already escaped. I was just staring at the window, frightened out of my skin.

That night, I had a nightmare. I was standing in my room, and a mist was coming out of my walls. Then, HE appeared and started staring at me, so I was wide-eyed.

HE then opened HIS mouth and millions of flies flew out of his mouth and attacked me. Biting... buzzing... blinding... black... I then woke up crying with my father swatting a fly away from my ears. As I'm writing this, 19 years later, HE is still watching me. HE might be wajbdfhjbay aoif aidh

HE IS NO LONGER HE IS GONE NOW THERE IS NO MORE TO THE MIST IT WILL NEVrjihjin nj aea5452

I finally killed HIM. HE thought I was dead. By a hit to the head? No longer.

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Credited to J3uurm
Originally uploaded on October 21, 2012

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