The Hiding Hide
Tonight I’m lying in bed wearing my coat. Again. Every night when Dad goes out for business he puts me in bed with my coat on so we can run more easily and faster if need be. For years I thought this was pretty damn silly.
But not tonight.
Outside a car just stopped–it doesn’t have its lights switched on. In the moonlight, I see four men stepping out of the car. They’re coming. They’re coming for me.
I close my eyes.
Steps on the stairs.
They’re here now.
H.P. Lovecraft once said that one can never describe anything as ultimately horrifying as they can hint at. Applause, good sir.
Comment by Yuichi Mendez — July 25, 2007 @ 3:09 am