Day of the Dead
by Jason D. Brawn
There it was, standing straight across the busy road staring into my frightened eyes, this masked figure of death! At first I thought it was part of a post-Halloween celebration, known as Day of the Dead, which explained why he or she wore a skeletal mask, but not the full costume of the Grim Reaper. Instead, it was a fur-trimmed parka, the same I had on, with its hood over the wearer's head.
Still our gazes were held, pedestrians passed, without noticing my stalker's strange attire, and vehicles sped past on a Sunday afternoon. I could also sense some people staring at me, wanting to ask if I was OK.
I first saw this gruesome figure when I was leaving my girlfriend's flat, following a Halloween party she hosted. It stood across the road looking at me. At first, it was dismissed, but soon had noticed its sinister appearance while I was looking out the window, during my bus journey home. From there, I knew it was supernatural and it was after me. So I ran and ran and got on various train and bus journeys - until I found an area - where I thought it wouldn't find me. And there it was, standing across the road, in front of a block of flats, that was being renovated with its towering scaffolding.
Would anyone believe what I had just seen? Or would anyone be able to help me? I knew what the answer was, and the only way to banish this visual curse was to confront it and demand what it had wanted from me. As I was steadily crossing over, I had to avoid the speedy traffic. The being or whatever it was refused to move. Even when I looked away to see the passing cars, bikes, lorries and buses, it was still rooted to the same spot, waiting for me. Then as soon as I reached the other side of the road, to meet my nemesis, it seemed so real, coming face to face with the masked thing.
"What is your bloody problem?!" I yelled out loud, hoping it would respond. But it didn't. "You've been following me all day, what is wrong?!" I was more determined to find out. Passers-by kept throwing strange glances at me, as it must have seemed I was shouting to myself.
Still it didn't respond, as it refused to look away from my grimace. I wanted to walk off, but knew it would continue to follow me. Besides, it had a purpose and if I were to die, then it would have happened already. Then:
I ripped off its mask and recoiled, as I already knew the identity of my stalker - myself.
BAM!
The overhead scaffolding tumbled onto me, burying me with bricks, boards and scaffolding poles. From that moment, my ghost had come to take me away!
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Jason D. Brawn
by Jason D. Brawn
There it was, standing straight across the busy road staring into my frightened eyes, this masked figure of death! At first I thought it was part of a post-Halloween celebration, known as Day of the Dead, which explained why he or she wore a skeletal mask, but not the full costume of the Grim Reaper. Instead, it was a fur-trimmed parka, the same I had on, with its hood over the wearer's head.
Still our gazes were held, pedestrians passed, without noticing my stalker's strange attire, and vehicles sped past on a Sunday afternoon. I could also sense some people staring at me, wanting to ask if I was OK.
I first saw this gruesome figure when I was leaving my girlfriend's flat, following a Halloween party she hosted. It stood across the road looking at me. At first, it was dismissed, but soon had noticed its sinister appearance while I was looking out the window, during my bus journey home. From there, I knew it was supernatural and it was after me. So I ran and ran and got on various train and bus journeys - until I found an area - where I thought it wouldn't find me. And there it was, standing across the road, in front of a block of flats, that was being renovated with its towering scaffolding.
Would anyone believe what I had just seen? Or would anyone be able to help me? I knew what the answer was, and the only way to banish this visual curse was to confront it and demand what it had wanted from me. As I was steadily crossing over, I had to avoid the speedy traffic. The being or whatever it was refused to move. Even when I looked away to see the passing cars, bikes, lorries and buses, it was still rooted to the same spot, waiting for me. Then as soon as I reached the other side of the road, to meet my nemesis, it seemed so real, coming face to face with the masked thing.
"What is your bloody problem?!" I yelled out loud, hoping it would respond. But it didn't. "You've been following me all day, what is wrong?!" I was more determined to find out. Passers-by kept throwing strange glances at me, as it must have seemed I was shouting to myself.
Still it didn't respond, as it refused to look away from my grimace. I wanted to walk off, but knew it would continue to follow me. Besides, it had a purpose and if I were to die, then it would have happened already. Then:
I ripped off its mask and recoiled, as I already knew the identity of my stalker - myself.
BAM!
The overhead scaffolding tumbled onto me, burying me with bricks, boards and scaffolding poles. From that moment, my ghost had come to take me away!
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Jason D. Brawn
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