Its getting late tonight, as I wonder the city looking for the man called “Nelms”, a sex offender, arrested months ago for “hurting” a child,,
Only to receive a pardon, because the victim, being 11 yrs old, was terrified to testify against the monster..
I stop in a cafe to get a cup of coffee, walking into the diner I stand at the doorway of the place,staring around at all the different people.
I reach, almost by reflex, into my pocket, finding my gun, my hand clamps the “.38”.
The people stare back, I’m a stranger to these people.They don’t realize how their lives, one day, might be saved by me.
I find a seat at a booth, ordering a cup of coffee, I know something will happen tonight, I catch a glimpse of It out of the corner of my eye
As I focus on the figure, just outside “the cafe”, It eyeballs me, I see many of them only on nights like tonight, as if they know someone will die.
I first saw them the night my parents died, there was several in the house that night, one was a small,thin ugly creature, It moved slow,methodically, almost paranoid, its skin leathery, old, wrinkled.
The second creature was large, tall, I couldn’t see its face, it wears an overcoat, with a hood, always covering its face, this one, seems to be in charge of the others, this one is always around.I use to call them demons, I stopped that years ago, I told my foster parents about them when I was 8 years old, they sent me to a psychiatrist, of course they didn’t believe me, realizing that, in my world, talking about these demons, would only make my foster parents believe I was crazy. I learned quickly to keep some things to myself. After that, I stopped using the word demons. Almost afraid to call them demons, they frighten me, when someone dies, they dance…