The Walking man
Chapter: 4
Jack’s dream started out with him and Annie still alive, but then it faded into blackness, then a man’s face formed and started saying this:
“His eyes are a cold dark green, his hair as dark as the night sky, his skin is as pale as snow. What he wanted was really unknown; all the people knew was that he was human, but now, he’s something else. He is something not even all of the scientists in the world could even start to explain.
No one knows where he came from. But they see him every day, and all they see him do, day or night, is walking.
Some say that he’s looking for a lost loved one. Some say that he’s looking for a treasure that doesn’t exist anymore. Some say he’s a lost soul, just looking for a way off of this dreadful planet. But others say that he’s much more than any of those things. The others say that he is an evil being. A demon, or even the devil.
But the truth is, no one really knows what he is.
But where he is right now, is right outside your house . . . watching you Jack Hempton. HE WANTS YOU DEAD, AND SO DO I!”
Jack woke up, breathing heavily, and sweating.
“It was just a dream, it was just a dream.” Jack kept telling himself until he calmed down. Jack looked around his pitch black room, nervously. He almost fell asleep, until he heard a loud screeching sound, outside his house. He looked out his window, a shadow went by it, and when it passed, the window was completely frosted.
Jack immediately jumped out of bed and through his house he ran, and out the door. He looked around, but all he saw were three things, this “Walking Man” wasn’t running he was standing about 3 feet into the moonlight forest, there were scratches all over the front of his house, and the third thing was something he couldn’t believe, words were carved into a tree that said, “your turn . . .”
“My turn? What—“Jack turned around and he saw the man standing there, with an unfriendly grin on his face. “What do you—“before Jack could finish that sentence he was being pressed up against wall.
“Hello, Jack.” The Man said in a voice that seemed to echo coldly through Jack’s heart.
Jack was suddenly on the ground. He started to feel like he was on fire; and he couldn’t move. Then he felt like he was drowning. Then it just stopped, he could move he could breath, but he smelted something, like smoke nearby.
He turned his over to his right, nothing. He turned his head to his left, he couldn’t believe it; his neighbors house was completely up in flames. His first instinct was to get up and call the fire department, but they went race down the road, and started spraying water on the flames, which didn’t seem to make the flames go down at all.
Then Jack heard a voice it wasn’t one of horror, or of sorrow, but it was, “Those people should know by now, they can’t stop me . . .”
Jack couldn’t believe what he just heard. Who would say such a thing? But then Jack realized, it wasn’t anyone nearby. It was the same voice that said, “Hello Jack.”
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