Lone

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I woke up and smelled something familiar. I looked beside me. Vomit. Yep, I was drunk last night, probably fucked some chick because she left her bra behind probably as a souvenir. I lay for a while longer feeling weak and weary, closing my eyes to regain the strength to clean up. Soon enough I get up and hobble over to the kitchen with my leg asleep to look at the microwave clock. 4:06. That explains why it's still dark out.

After cleaning the vomit, I sat down and got a glass of water and made a sandwich to make up for what I lost last night. I had no plans today so I thought of what I would do next. I am probably the only one awake so I wasn't going to call and see what my friends were up to. As I took the last bite out of my sandwich, I saw the TV and it was calling my name. Sure, maybe I'll plug in the old PS2 and play Kingdom Hearts or something. I finished my meal and I sat there debating. Fuck it, I'll play Borderlands 2 on the PS3. It's already out and ready to use. So I head downstairs to my room and fetch the game from it's shelf, put the disk in and began play.

When the game would load the next area, I would sometimes look outside to see if I could see the sun rise. Every time I looked- nope. Still pitch black. After what seemed a long time of playing and still seeing no sign of sun, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned it on. (I turn it off during parties so I won't get distracted). 7:27 PM.

Is this a prank? There's no way this is possible, it's clearly dark out. Maybe when I was drunk someone decided to pull a hangover joke on me, so ha-ha, good for you. There's a clock they probably didn't think to change because they know I don't play games often so I pushed the PS button in the middle of the controller. 7:28 PM.

Ok, maybe they did remember to change it or... Oh, I know this one. They didn't change any clocks at all, they just put a tarp or something over my windows. I remember hearing from a party about a month ago about someone doing something like this and making the victim of the prank miss work. This problem is easy enough to fix, so I walked over to my sliding glass door and put my hand on the handle but hesitated. I don't know what it was, but I feel like something was off with my theory. It could just be the hangover, so I shrugged it off and pulled anyway.

That's when I knew something was very wrong the second I opened that door. Black mist began to slowly flow into my house like a thick fog or smoke. I was ice cold on my skin and I slammed the door shut and backed away. Whatever kind of mist that was, it dissipated in my living room and disappeared. What was happening? After the feeling of extreme cold, there was no way I was asleep. I turned off the PS3 and changed the TV to the news. All I got was a blue screen with the words popping up here and there, "No Signal Found".

I took out my phone and dialed my friend Coty. The phone rang for a few seconds before I got those three beeps. Instead of hearing a voice after the notes that said, "we're sorry" I got static that faded in. I walked over and sat on my couch. I tried so hard to think about what was going on, then I had an idea. I got up and turned on the outside light. I think I could see it, but its so faded that I couldn't tell for sure. I sat back down and prayed.

I reached and grabbed the remote and turned the TV off and sat in wonder and silence. I couldn't hear one noise except of the pounding in my ears. I need to calm down. I need a distraction.

After a shower and brushing my teeth, I stood once again in the living room when fear struck me. Are all of my windows closed and sealed off from this stuff? I rushed into the rooms on my current floor and ran downstairs, only turning on the hall light. I threw every door open, not bothering with the lights because the hall light was enough, and checked the windows on the walls. When I opened the last door at the end of the hall I let out a sigh of relief. All the windows were sealed off. I turned around and began to walk back upstairs and glanced back into the rooms. The first room I passed by fine but the next made me stop. I had to double take.

It stood there. It stood tall and looked between a human and a crow. It was covered in what seemed to be either fur or feathers except for its mouth. There was no hair or whatever the fuck around it, it was just a pale flesh with no lips and had yellow/brown teeth that seemed slightly thicker of needles and there were many as they were seen poking outside its face.

Adrenaline. Tunnel vision. I don't know how long exactly I looked at it, but I ran with no other senses but my vision. Sound, smell, touch, and taste were no longer being processed, just looking and fucking running. I ran upstairs and ran past the living room and into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Was it following me? Was it still there? Did I imagine it? No, the last question had a clear answer: No.

I moved my bed over to barricade myself. I pulled my decorative sword out of its sheath and I stood by the door and waited. Listened. Not a sound was heard. I waited and watched the clock. An hour passed but it felt like a year. Even after the adrenaline wore off I still stood there. Finally prepared to fight whatever the hell that was, I quietly pulled my bed out of the way and slowly opened the door. I slowly walked around the upstairs fearfully looking around every corner, turning around quickly out of suspicion. My eyes were watering and after exploring every nook and cranny of my current floor, I stood at the top of the steps, looking downstairs, just hoping for it to show it's face.

After finally gathering my energy and courage, I ran down sword ready to kill, running through there as fast as possible, thinking I would surprise it and slay it before it realizes what happened. I looked left and right quickly glancing through rooms not seeing it, even the room I initially saw it in. I got to the room at the end of the hall and threw my arm behind me without looking hoping to hit it, yet my blade hit nothing. I looked back down the hall. Nothing. I looked through every room and still did not see it. I left them with the light on.

I walked back to my couch and tossed the sword on the floor. Did I really see it? I'm questioning my sanity. I'm questioning if this is just a bad dream. Yeah, maybe I dropped acid or something at that party. That must be it. I'm probably on the floor drooling or something and am still at that party. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Still, for an acid trip, this is quite tame except for that fucking monster thing.

I was just about to dose off when something caused my eyes to fly open. It wasn't a sound, or anything, it's like I felt a presence. I looked across my living room and saw it climbing up the stairs. The beast I saw earlier. The way it moved was the smoothest I have ever seen and it was dead silent. After reaching the top of the stairs, something obvious was new to this thing. It had claws extended, two on each hand, long, razor sharp, and had a slight hook at the end, kind of like Wolverine from X-Men, but more curved. I stared in horror as I approached with its quietness, it appeared calm. It seemed like forever, but I knew it would be upon me in seconds. I looked at the sword at my feet and lunged for it and thrust it into its chest as it slashed me from the bottom of my jaw and up my face, the wound stopping above my temple. I juked and ran around it and strangely felt air rush from it's wound, flipping my hair around for the split second I was facing it. I slowly back from it, keeping my eyes facing it while it felt my face with my hand. A lot of blood, the most I have ever seen in my life. The pain was blinding, I could feel that the claws cut into my jaw bone.

I wanted to treat it so bad, but I had to see if this beast dies. It looked at me, stumbling and the sword was propelled from its stomach and hit the floor with a loud thud, bounced and dented the wall. I almost screamed, but was cut short by the shock. It's blood and organs shot out of its body, as if it itself was carried by air coming from its body. I saw it begin to implode, gushing itself on my floor, with dark red and black substances. I could hear the bone cracking, as the skull and other parts started coming out as well. After what I thought was ten minutes, the most put together was a hunk of skin and some tendons, muscles and ligaments still attached. It was about the size of a backpack.

There was no smell or sound. This thing was sprayed around my entire living room, but it had no smell. My face was becoming numb, I have to treat myself. I jogged to my bathroom and began to pour alcohol over my face and using most of my band aids on the long, deep cut. Fuck, it really burns, and my eyes are watering. Maybe I was crying. I sat down against my shower and began to rest. It's dead, now I'm safe, right? My eyes once again closed as I drifted aslee- Fuck, I don't know if I'm safe! I crawled out of the bathroom, praying there was nothing else out there. My prayers were answered as I got my weapon and retreated to the bathroom. And fell asleep.

I woke up, groggy and fell asleep, and used up the rest of my band aids. I got up and used the shower as support. I lost a lot of blood, and I was covered by it. The mess was still in the living room as so was the black mist outside.

TO BE CONTINUED...