Halloween Story

It's a few days early for a Halloween story, but I wrote about it on twitter (http://twitter.com/Animawish), so, yeah.


Turn off the lights or something when you read it. :P



The whirling winds of that cold October evening sent chills down my spine as I ran. The meager illumination from the street lamps flashed above me as I ran under them, their dim splotches of light offering only the knowledge that I was being chased, not the identity of my pursuer.
I sprinted down the street, the wind and my pounding footsteps the only sounds in the night. My pursuer was completely silent, but he matched my pace with ease. I felt he was toying with me; waiting for me to exhaust myself before he killed me.
For I knew he would kill me. I could feel it. The way he stood in the corner of the bar, his empty hood pointing towards me. The awkwardly straight angle of his spine, the absence of acknowledgement from others as to his presence.
I was having drinks at the old bar with some friends. The place had a reputation for being haunted, so naturally it was packed on Halloween. The figure had stood out to me the second I entered the bar. He stood in the corner, on the opposite side of a table where two young women conversed over beers, heedless to the apparition to their side.
When I had gotten up to leave, the figure’s empty hood had followed me to the door, and as I walked out, the figure began to move towards me...
As I thought frantically back to the figure in the bar, trying to justify his reason for chasing me, I missed a flaw in the concrete and stumbled. It was at that moment I could feel the figure’s aura, because the specter radiated pure freezing energy. I could feel the sweat on my body solidifying and landing on the pavement with a faint tinkling as I stood there in sheer terror. After thirty seconds, I worked up the courage to slowly turn my stiff body around and face the figure.
The figure was standing right next to me with its arms spread. In a perverse part of my mind, it occurred to me that it was trying to give me a friendly hug. But I knew. I knew that the embrace of the creature would be my last experience. I could feel the intense cold literally freezing my arm. I couldn’t move now, or I would shatter. It was out of some sadistic part of the phantom’s consciousness to keep my brain functioning, to feel the intense pain of my nerves hardening into ice.
I watched the arms close around me in my peripheral vision. I couldn’t even close my eyes against my impending demise.
All I could do was watch as Death himself embraced me.