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 Demonic Affection  (5 ratings)by Michael J. Irwin Page 4 of 7 I began to walk around looking for someone to talk to, someone who could get me out of there before I started to hear more things. As I passed by a window I noticed something strange. A man stood down in the middle of road, dressed totally in black. Wither it had been a total hunch or something inside had driven me I burst from the room and ran down the two flights of stairs and out the front door. I ran across the front lawn and into the street. Where the man in black had once stood now lay a body. I quickly ran up to it. "Is it Sam?" I thought. I slowly reached down, dreading what I was going to find, and turned the body onto its side. As the light passed across the victim’s face it exposed the bloodstained face of Samantha Gray. My eyes wielded up into tears but before the first drop had fallen her face began to distort, and then she faded away. I was left in the middle of the road, with nothing but the haunting images of what I’d seen. I went back inside, and as I stepped through the door into Chet’s apartment, Chet himself came jogging up to me. "Hey buddy" he said as he approached. When he saw the tears streaming down my face he gave a queer look and asked "What’s wrong man?" "Take me home." I replied, and he readily agreed. He drove me back to my apartment and helped me inside. He then asked if I wanted him to stay with me, and as much as I wanted someone to be there with me, I figured he’d rather be at the party. "Go back, I’ll be fine." I said and finally coaxed him into leaving. I sat in a chair at the kitchen table all night, staring out into space, fearing the man in black would come again, fearing to fall asleep. * * * Morning came and I still sat at that table, fearing the things I had seen, my nightmares brought to life. What had caused me to have such a vision, to corrupt my reality with these unhallowed reflections of my own apprehension? Soon the undying urge for sleep took over and I began to drift off. As my head slipped to the kitchen table I felt the unmistakable coolness of the glass counter at Oscars. My head jerked up and once again I found myself in the distinct scene which I had been fearing to enter. Without a second thought I leaped the counter and made a headlong sprint to where Sam was standing, looking inquisitively at the shelf. Just before I could get to her the man in black suddenly appeared, with the gun already draws. This wasn’t how the dream was suppose to go! He didn’t even get her attention before he fired twice directly into the back of her head. I couldn’t slow down fast enough and I tripped over Sam’s fallen form. I tumbled to the ground in disbelief and looked up. The man in black was already gone. This was in no way the same dream, it was as if the man in black has suspected my attempt to save her and just gone ahead and killed her before I could get there. My eyes opened already filled with tears. Why was this happening to me, I tried to save her and the dream was only altered so I couldn’t. It was as if I was forced to loser her over and over as I had in real life. I stood to my feet and went to the bedroom. "No more." I said as I climbed into bed. "I’m going to stop you this time, you will not win." I laid down and closed my eyes, and the overwhelming drowsiness soon caused me to drift off. My eyes opened before I even knew where I was. I found myself up and over the counter faster then I thought humanly possible, but instead of going after Sam I stood watching her. The bell sounded as it had in previous dreams, but I did not turn, I knew who it was. As he had before, the man in black appeared by Sam, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and they began to argue once more. It was time. "Hey you!" I yelled out and the figure turned toward me. "I’m sick of this. "I’m sick of this! I’m sick of losing, and sick of watching you win. I’m sick of having the woman I love’s blood soak my hands, and I’m sick of not being able to live my Goddamn life! I’m sick of you, and these nightmares. Why don’t you just die, whoever you are, just die!" I had no idea what this was going to do. I mean who was I compared to this thing. Copyright © 1999, 2000, 2001 Michael J. Irwin, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author. The author has submitted the work in accordance with and in agreement with the following Submission Guidelines. |
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