MicroHorror

Time is not something I have much of anymore. I walk along this beach every night and sing to myself. I know my days are not long. When I get to the house I once knew, it becomes clear that I was never meant to exist in this world. The heartache I have caused is just too much. I still can’t get over the fact I killed her and did so because I wanted to. There was no other reason for her to be dead, but I wanted her dead because I hated her. People have called me sick and people have called me odd, but no one in this rich lonely community has any idea I have killed her. Everyone just turns the other way when they see me, or walks on the other side of the road. People try to ignore me, but I am not that easily ignored–I am everywhere.

My heart does not beat like theirs. My soul does not breathe like theirs. I am only me. At times, I think too much of what it would be like to be them, but then again, I would hate that kind of life, waiting for death. I walk around this community as a trap waiting to snap, yet everyone is afraid to try the fruit attached. What shall become of me if no one is tempted by what I have to offer; will I lose touch with what I am? These nights are but a shadow of my former self. One in which I had a happy life. Now I look at the night as a place to drown my time, the small amount I have left. People here just don’t understand what I go through all the time, night after night. I walk this beach, waiting.

I am waiting for that special someone to set me free, at least for another night. Maybe these people are assuming I am something else, something that they are unsure of. However, I am what I am and they do know me, I believe they are just scared of me. I venture out into the darkness with a new hope that someone will grab a hold of what I have to offer and take a bite, but no one has come in years. I could always look at this chance of changing my location, trying out a different scene, where people expect me to be there. Why would I do that? It really is no fun to be expected to come to someone.

I would rather be a surprise, a surprise that is fatal. So I ask them again every night I walk by their houses: are they ready for me? I wait and listen; most times I get a holler of get away I don’t want to leave, while others I get please not yet. However, I will always be here waiting for that right person, the person who is unknown to me, to whom I am unknown. They take a bite of the fruit, the trap snaps, and they are gone. I am Death and I will always want someone dead.

In trying to understand what I am, please listen to me first. I am something you may not have heard of, or if you did, you would not believe it was true. Though most of the time you would not see me. I fly through the night, in the darkness and in solitude. The speed at which I fly you would not be able to keep track. I know you may try to watch me thinking I am something else, when I am surely not. However, this is not something for you to be concerned about. I am what I am and if you don’t understand me, that won’t change that fact.

Still I see you trying and I see you hoping that one day I will show myself to you again. Allow you to focus your attention on my black wings. My horns that show brightly even in the dark skies. However, you are wrong; it won’t happen as easy as you wish. It may never happen at all for you. The creature I am, I don’t allow people in. They don’t need to know me. So why are you so curious about something you know nothing about? You need to ask yourself that question as you hold your lens of your camera towards the sky. Ask yourself, why do you need to see that blur that passes in the night?

I see you look out your window, expecting my arrival at your doorstep. I won’t come just because you ask. For me, I go where I want to, and you have no say. If I want to come get you at your home, I will do so. For tonight, however, I don’t have time to waste on your curiosity. I am going to a place you will never see that is for creatures like me. Flocking to this area will give me a great joy and fill in what I need. I bet you wish you knew what I meant by this place, but you will never have a chance to find out. I may just stop by your home for a visit, just to grab a bite to eat or two.

I bet you would like to see what I really am. For me to see you would just be a short distraction of where I really need to go, but I will show my face to you only once before I need to do something else. Since you are so desperate to meet me, I am sure you won’t mind me not staying too long. I know you will understand I have so much else to do. When I visit, I will stay for just a moment; this will be a special time for you. This time we spend together will be amazing and you will remember it for as long as you can. Time will only be evident for you when I am long gone. You will remember me as you will and will always remember the bite marks I left on your neck.