The brightness shone through his window like a
spotlight, and he awoke. He raised his eyebrows, and he shook his head.
"No," he called out. "Not again.
No. No. No."
His door exploded inwards, snapping off the
hinges and flying across the room. The light hummed and buzzed, prickling his
skin as it touched him. He looked at his arms, at the reminders of injuries
from all the times before. Large circles where they had removed his skin now
looked deformed with the pink scar tissue grown back over, wrinkled and
stretched at the same time. His body dragged across the bed, pulled by an
invisible force. He reached backwards and gripped the bedframe. The lamp beside
him fell over and slid out the door. The television fell forwards, cracking the
screen, and it flew in the air towards the light, ripping cables from the wall
and dragging a DVD player with it. He held on tight, his body now in the air,
his muscles stretching in resistance to the attacking entity. His fingers grew
weak. One by one, he lost his grip until his final index finger slipped. He
flew towards the bedroom door, spreading his arms out and grabbing the sides of
the doorframe.
"You'll never take me again," he
shouted. Pens and paper fell of the dresser, flying towards him. He let go of
the doorframe and snatched at the pen as it passed his ear. He missed, and lost
his grip. The force dragged him down the hall; he frantically grasped at
anything he could see. His fingers caught onto the edge of the baseboard, but
his nail became caught in the crack. It tore off, remaining lodged in piece of
wood attached to the bottom of the wall. He slid further, his fingers leaving a
thin trail of blood along the hardwood floor. He grabbed at another baseboard.
It broke off, splinters digging into his already tender skin where his
fingernail was missing. The wood came to a sharp point. He held this towards
his chest like a stake about to penetrate a vampire's heart.
"You can take me," he screamed.
"But not alive!"
He raised the wood over his head, and brought it
down forcefully, his body flying out of the front door as he did so. He floated
in the air, held by a beam of light that dragged him into the sky. Before the
point of the wood could penetrate his chest, a red flash of light shot down
from the clouds, disintegrating the piece of baseboard before it could cause
any damage.
"NO!" the man shouted. Whatever held
him no longer hesitated. Something rapidly sucked him up into the sky. The
lights went out, the humming noise disappeared, and it was all gone. Moments
later, an unusual object fell onto the man's front porch from high above. It
landed beside an orange pumpkin, glowing internally from a lit candle. The
carved face had large oval shaped eyes pointing upwards at an angle in opposing
directions. It had two small holes for its nose and a small horizontal line for
its mouth. Beside this jack-o'-lantern, a bloody pile of dead human skin rested
with large circular scars still intact on the arms.
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