It was a quiet night. A bit cold, but a fine night. Each star shined brightly. Everything was beautiful, but remebering that night hurts so much.
Here's my story. 1
Mikey was lying next to me, but he was wide awake. (I don't think I've ever seen him asleep before.) His eyes were glimmering, his warm hands cradling one of mine, and his smile wiping away the cold.2
"I think I love you," I whispered.3
"I KNOW I love you," he smiled back "You're the moon and the night sky is heart. You'll always have a place in it and that will never change."4
"I don't know how to explain how much I lo-- Who's there?" I heard footsteps and a strange sound... Like someone was choking. I looked back and saw a tall emaciated figure about 15 yards away wandering toward us. Something about him seemed familiar, but at the same time alien. "I think we should leave... He's scaring me."5
"He's probably...He's not coming for us, don't worry about him. He'll leave," Mikey's voice sounded brave, but somewhat hollow.6
I tried my hardest to forget about the figure, and so did Mikey. We talked and talked. I didn't care what we talked about as long as my mind was off the noise.7
"uhh uhhh," I felt a cold breath on my ear. "uhhhh"8
"Mikey, do you have the keys. He's... He's..." I felt a cold hand grab my foot. "OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!" a hand... A dead hand, most of the flesh gone and some bones missing. "M...M....Mikey....L...Let's.." I was trembling and my voice seemed to have ran away.9
"We're getti-" he stopped and looked down at both his feet. Hands. He was silent with fear.10
"WE'RE GETTING THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" I screamed. My voice sounded fear stained, but I was glad to have it back. I kicked the hand off my foot, franticly grabbed Mikey's hands and tried to lift him up. He was frozen with fear, but the touch of my hand seemed to wake part of him up.11
"Try kicking--" I was interuped by a cracking noise12
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH MY FEET MY FEET THEY'RE GONE!" Mikey was screaming, his voice pain soaked and fearful.13
"OH MY G--" There was a hand on my shoulder. I looked back. It was the man. His teeth were stained red, there was a stream of red liquid coming from his mouth, a crack dominated the features on his face it started from the middle of his forehead to his chin, but his eyes.... even if it was the only thing you saw, you would know he was dead. They were black crystals. "I'm sorry Mikey" I brushed the dead man's hand off and ranaway.14
Maybe Mikey's one of them. Maybe he's dead. Maybe... he couldn't still be alive. I'm still not sure who the man was or if the "hand" was really a hand, but I am sure that I will NEVER go back. 15
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