Jacob was on the ground now, frantically crawling backwards for all he was worth. A fear greater than anything ever experienced was gripping him. he couldn’t think, couldn’t contemplate what to do next. he did not know what was walking towards him, or why it had chosen to come from the room that had been closed and locked for months. he was talking unintelligibly, under his breath, not knowing why. he hit the far wall, and did all he could from screaming at the top of his lungs. he needed to keep his composure if he was going to survive. he thought desperatly for what to do next. then he remember the 9mm Ruger he had stuffed into the back of his pants. he pulled it from his belt and pulled the trigger in the direction of the dark figure slowly walking towards him. nothing happened. he nearly gave out right there, yet realized the the gun wasn’t cocked. he pulled back the top of the gun, loading a round into the chamber, and started firing off rounds as quickly as he could in the direction of the dark figure. round after round, they went right through the figure, none of them doing any damage.
“what are you!” he shouted finally, practically haven given up. He kept firing, all the while yelling “what are you!” in some hope it would respond, yet at the back of his mind, he knew he did not want the answer. he ran out of bullets finally, the 19 round clip finally dry. he kept pulling the trigger, for no real reason but madness. the figure was in front of him. it had no face, just a plain white smooth head. and it was wearing a black business suit. although it had no eyes, Jacob knew it was looking at him. for a split second, when the dark clouds of insanity cleared long enough for a ray of logic to get through, the only thought he had was about why this evil figure was wearing a bussiness suit. Jacob was sobbing, as he had finally collapsed in a fit of insanity and despair.
“What are you?” he choked out. all willpower drained from his body. the tall figures head cocked to side slightly, as a dog might do, confused. it then bent down, and leaned forward, until it was within an inch from Jacobs ear. Jacob no longer did anything to get away. he had given up. although the figure had no mouth, his voice could be heard by Jacob. it seemed to come from everywhere, and at the same time no where. it was the voice of pure evil, yet it had no real intentions for its evil. as it spoke, Jacobs hair stood on end, his eyes grew wide, and the answer he received shook him to his core. The figure then whispered into his ear,
“I, am death.”
“what are you!” he shouted finally, practically haven given up. He kept firing, all the while yelling “what are you!” in some hope it would respond, yet at the back of his mind, he knew he did not want the answer. he ran out of bullets finally, the 19 round clip finally dry. he kept pulling the trigger, for no real reason but madness. the figure was in front of him. it had no face, just a plain white smooth head. and it was wearing a black business suit. although it had no eyes, Jacob knew it was looking at him. for a split second, when the dark clouds of insanity cleared long enough for a ray of logic to get through, the only thought he had was about why this evil figure was wearing a bussiness suit. Jacob was sobbing, as he had finally collapsed in a fit of insanity and despair.
“What are you?” he choked out. all willpower drained from his body. the tall figures head cocked to side slightly, as a dog might do, confused. it then bent down, and leaned forward, until it was within an inch from Jacobs ear. Jacob no longer did anything to get away. he had given up. although the figure had no mouth, his voice could be heard by Jacob. it seemed to come from everywhere, and at the same time no where. it was the voice of pure evil, yet it had no real intentions for its evil. as it spoke, Jacobs hair stood on end, his eyes grew wide, and the answer he received shook him to his core. The figure then whispered into his ear,
“I, am death.”
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