Who Was That Man?

Your imagination can do many things, good or bad things. No matter what, they always frighten you in some way. Either the creature under your bed or the figure standing in the woods. My story starts off at a grocery store in Hanford.

I was getting some milk, eggs, and some Takis when a man wearing a black suit came into the store. He wore a black hat. I stared at the man whilst he was talking to the store clerk. He went towards the door and turned towards me as he left.

I looked down at the floor immediately. I honestly thought nothing of it as I walked to my house.

The next day, I woke up, got my coffee, took a shower, got dressed, and then went to work. Around 2:19 P.M. I began to think of the man. I don't know why I had thought of the man, because I was busy thinking of my suggestions for work that I was supposed to give to my boss.

The door into the hall opened, and a man walked into the room. I stood up and said, "Do you work here, sir?"

There was no answer. He walked towards me silently and put his hand on my shoulder. I began to feel a sharp pain where he touched me. He took his hand off to reveal a mark, like a demonic symbol. I felt scared as he took off his hat, revealing a red-skinned man, with scratches on his face, torn off flesh, yellow teeth, and bad breath. What really unnerved me were his horns.

His horns were sharp and short. I stepped back, falling down on a pencil.

The man stood over me and said, "Go to hell" and let out a deep and dark laugh.

I fainted, and the next morning I was in my bed, with my clothes on. I thought of it as a dream and then went into the kitchen to find a note: "Don't think of me as a dream, Maggie." I felt a burn on my shoulder and pulled down the sleeve of my shirt to see the mark of the Devil.

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Credited to Mr.Blair

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