The room was dark when I was awaken from my slumber, dimly lit by the moonlight that poured in through the window across the room. I was lost, what was it that had awakened me? It wasn't from a nightmare I'd had, as I don't recollect having any sort of dream prior to waking up. I listened closely for any sort of noise to make itself present, but only silence filled the air.
I was about to lay my head back down on my pillow and fall back asleep when I heard the squeaking of my closet door opening. I sat back up and sure enough, my closet door was opening on its own. I heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest.
"W-who's there?" I asked, shaken. There was no answer. Instead I saw a face step from the darkness. A face that had appeared to be torn to shreds, deep scars strewn about his face. As the man stepped closer, the face seemed somewhat familiar.
"Don't you recognize me?" said the man in a raspy, cold voice. By the way his face was twisted at me, I knew he was angry. Where had I seen this man before?
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm the man you almost killed!" he shrieked an almost immediate response.
"I'm sorry, I don't-"
"Don't you remember that night after the college party?" he said. "You didn't want to drive, even though you knew you could, because you had yet to get your license. So instead you let a friend who had been intoxicated drive you home. Smart choice."
That had happened so long ago, it had to have been at least fifteen years.
"But how could you be alive?" I asked. "I was thrown from the car and landed safely in the grass. You landed with the car crushed on top of you. I thought you'd died from that."
"That's the funny thing about death," he said with a twisted evil grin on his face. "Cheating death is much easier said than done. It just took me longer to learn to play the game."
He reached a hand toward my face before everything went black.
I was about to lay my head back down on my pillow and fall back asleep when I heard the squeaking of my closet door opening. I sat back up and sure enough, my closet door was opening on its own. I heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest.
"W-who's there?" I asked, shaken. There was no answer. Instead I saw a face step from the darkness. A face that had appeared to be torn to shreds, deep scars strewn about his face. As the man stepped closer, the face seemed somewhat familiar.
"Don't you recognize me?" said the man in a raspy, cold voice. By the way his face was twisted at me, I knew he was angry. Where had I seen this man before?
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm the man you almost killed!" he shrieked an almost immediate response.
"I'm sorry, I don't-"
"Don't you remember that night after the college party?" he said. "You didn't want to drive, even though you knew you could, because you had yet to get your license. So instead you let a friend who had been intoxicated drive you home. Smart choice."
That had happened so long ago, it had to have been at least fifteen years.
"But how could you be alive?" I asked. "I was thrown from the car and landed safely in the grass. You landed with the car crushed on top of you. I thought you'd died from that."
"That's the funny thing about death," he said with a twisted evil grin on his face. "Cheating death is much easier said than done. It just took me longer to learn to play the game."
He reached a hand toward my face before everything went black.
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