Victor Vega

Him

“Him” “It’s cold...” this all the runs through his mind while he is alone in his room, with a blanket and many layers of clothes. But in his mind he is naked, alone and afraid in a deep dark abyss where all there is to be felt is the cold and fear... immense fear... petrifying fear... in a blink of an eye he is transported away from this place to somewhere new, somewhere he is safe yet feels a great sense of danger. Chills run up and down his spine as he realizes he is back home but everything is different, not exactly upside down or right side up but titled, in a way this felt right to him. As he reaches for the coach to grab hold and take a seat the room goes pitch black... then the lights come back almost as quickly as they went out, he wasn’t alone, he could feel it, he could hear it. A whisper can be heard from his a room in the house, with great fear yet curiosity he goes to the room, as he opens the door he is shocked to see that it is himself laying in bed, with clothes on, a blanket on top and “Kevin Hart” playing on the TV, but time has slowed down, almost to a freeze, he notices that the version of himself watching the TV is smiling, he is happy, he is care-free, it is then when he realizes that he is in a dream and will wake up anytime soon... it is when he comes to this realization that he feels something... someone touch the back of his neck, a cold “hand” lightly grazed him but it felt almost as if someone had taken a machete to the back of his neck. It took him a minute to recover from the stinging pain, “Coooooome to meeee” a familiar voice whispers to him. The hallways of his home became infinitely longer, almost as if they had no end, running just made things worse, he walked for hours on end, even forgetting why he was walking until the whisper came again “giving up already... I didn’t think you were that weak, guess I’m not surprised” but this time it wasn’t a whisper, it was just a voice talking normally almost teasing him, he must have be going crazy as he thought to himself “is that me?” The voice played over and over and over again getting louder and louder every time he replayed it. After what felt an eternity he finally made it back to the titled living room, as he looks backs to look at the hallway it’s back to normal, no longer than 5 feet.