The Demon in the Dark

The Demon in the Dark 

By: Caitlin Frounfelter

The lights flicker on and off. The fear creeping into my body with every millisecond passing. Is it here? I wonder. The legendary monster that only comes out when the lights turn off. It is said it only comes fourth when the lights turn off in this place. The gateway to the devil. The people who own this place NEVER turn the lights off, because when they do, the demon comes and the people die. 

Turning my head in the darkness, I see red eyes that seem as if looking into my soul. A growl erupts from its mouth filled with pointed teeth.  Blood drips from its mouth and it takes the slightest step towards me, as if it sees my fear. With every step the demon takes I take two back. I don't want to die! I feel my breath get caught in my throat once I hit the wall.Snarling, the demon keeps coming. And I feel something sharp in my chest, but when I feel for blood, I feel nothing.

Back to the point, I AM GOING TO DIE! I AM GOING TO DIE! 

Whoever kills me is gonna use the matches in my pocket to burn my body, they'll never know I died! 

Wait.....

I HAVE MATCHES.

HOLY CRAP.

Fumbling for a match in my jean pocket, I light it and I can finally see the room. The demon disappears at the first sign of light. Thank God. Frantically looking around, I see a body. It has blood flowing freely from it's neck where a huge gash is. Examining the body up and down, I see other gashes similar to the one on the neck all over the poor soul. Something keeps nagging at me from the back of my mind. 

Have I seen this person before?

I walk around the pools of blood and the misshapen body to try and identify them.

It's me.

I see me.

I'm dead.