I'm standing at the airport.
There's no one else around but me and her.
We look through each other.
The scenen shifts and I'm in Chicago
, driving with my mother in a car.
We get pulled over for something.
I'm so nervous.
lets us go... "what were we talking about," I ask Mom. She doesn't respond.
I'm in bed, under the covers, hiding.
I'm sweating, I have a book and a flashlight... I must only be 12 years old.
Then I see a shadow above me. "Turn that light off," I hear my mother yell.
I close my eyes and drift off to sleep... a fog
surrounds me both physically and mentally, I'm too young to know about matters of the spirit... but I sense that there is a presence above me.
The fog turns into black slime
, it shimmers in it's chaos and formlessness.
I'm paralysed with fear
, and can't avert my eyes. It feels like some horror
straight out of Cthulhu
has come to claim my sanity and soul.
I look up from the typewriter
I look at the computer
monitor and see my own face reflected.