| He started down a hill, not quite sure of where he would end up yet. When he finished, he had ended up at a new setting, one he had never seen before. It was quite, to quite and Johnny was growing more and more jittery with every step his frail body managed to take. He suddenly halted. Frozen in his steps, as if the mist had gotten its grip on him. He stared; there were rows and rows of empty graves, yet to be filled in with corpses. His eyes then dashed to the right end of the row. There is where he saw a terrible sight. Two graves that were now lying adjacent, two graves that looked like they were just filled in. Two people that just died. The tombstones, dark as the deepest pits of hell, were sitting at the head of the final resting place. He stared at the black, the stone, as if something were to be inscribed at any moment. He then slowly started to walk around, careful not to disturb the graves. The sight he saw next traumatized him. He started to shriek, loud enough to wake the whole world. The tombstones encompassed the names of his parents. He started to look around; all the graves were of people that he discerned. As if just struck by a lightening bolt right down his spine, he got motionless. One gravestone had caught his eye. He looked at the name, the one adorned by the devil�s own hand. It read his name, and he began to read: �Remember youth as you pass by As you was once, so once was I As I am now, you soon will be Prepare to die and follow me�� 1 Johnny snapped out of his trance, not knowing why at the particular instant. All he had was his sense of intuition, but that was all he needed. The next thing he knew, dead corpses were swarming, staggering towards him. They came from the woods, from the tombs of the undead. Johnny just froze in his steps, incapable to keep going. They were closing in on him, slowly, vigilantly as if not to scare him with their sight. The corpses, bloody, some decayed, the undead, Hell�s army. They got closer and closer until Johnny could feel their scorching breath against his transparent skin that glowed blue from the moonlight. Then from them, the creature emerged. His worst nightmare came true. It leaped on him, knocking the air out of his breath, and throwing him to the floor with one swift thrust. He fell right into the tomb. His tomb. The one that had been predetermined for him his whole life. The one that was always his, always there. With his one last gasping breath he let out a scream. And then the last thread of his rope broke. He died, dead evermore. Killed by his worst nightmare. Beaten by the devil, the one thing that could make any living mortal freeze in its path. It kills; it will kill you and me. It eats your flesh and leaves the rest for the earth. It will rape your soul and take everything away from you. It can�t be stopped, it can just be acknowledged. Acknowledged that it will come for each of us on one fatal day. Until that day comes, just keep your eyes open� -atalantea- |
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