separation

There was this man. He was cursed. That I know for sure.

There were evil things after his soul and life. What was strange was the fact that they didn’t try to get at him until some specific predetermined time. It was known that if anyone tried to aid this man they evil entities would go after that person and kill them.

The more people that try to help this man, the closer the Evil would come to take his soul.

The man was running. He was always running.

Then there came another man. He was going to try and help him but then the Evil sensed this. The Evil pulled the two men into a sort of shadow world, where they ran amongst reality but no one could see them, or what was after them. When they enter this state of existence they’re almost like ghosts.

Not only were they lost amongst the real world but they were lost amongst each other. The Evil seemed to render impenetrable walls and hallways. Almost like a labyrinth. The walls were invisible and the people from the real world would pass through them, but the two men couldn’t.

The two men ran. Today was the day they would die.

The second man felt as if he was being chased by hell dogs, although he never saw them. But could hear them and feel their breath and heat.

The first man was still running, thinking that although They were after him, he was still far away from his doom day. He was wrong.

He felt it all around. It seemed to trigger all his senses at once, and turn everything dark. Some demonic thing was there, watching him, pursuing him. This was such a strong force that the people in the real world could feel it. They could feel a colder thing, too. That was the man. And when those two things would pass the people, they felt afraid, but then they would forget when the feelings were gone.

The Darkness told him that it had been apart of him all along and that it was just waiting to be released. The man was running franticly, trying to get out, trying to live. All the while the Darkness swarmed and grew nearer and nearer.

And then I woke up.