The Hunter: Albert

aaThe sound of thunder and rainfall. Impending doom!

If only he had seen it coming; why would you sleep in that house? Jericho could not find an answer to his own question. I asked why he would tell such a story and pure terror showed on his face. A guy who has the physique of Dwayne Johnson and a Mick Foley demeanor was shaking to his core telling the story of death.

Welcome to Hades, Jericho, enjoy your stay. As I turn to see who is speaking my skin jumped from me. Seeing the look on his face this time was even worse. I say, "Tell me this is not who the story was about." Jericho was already a mile away. I was looking the literal death in the face. Pure black eyes as if this man was souless; a smile one could not forget even after being subjected to MK-ULTRA! His voice shook my soul as he said, "Hello there." The voice of pure cold and death. "Hey." He smiled as if he enjoyed seeing terror on the faces of his victims.

He asks, "Your name?" How could I forget my name? I can not manage to find my tongue. He clears his throat. "James." His name was Albert. I would have laughed if he did not resemble death itself. My thoughts were in limbo like a train derailed or as if I was suspended beyond time and space. The eyes, the fangs, his calmness as I am in pure terror.

"Why did your friend run?" Albert asks.

My reply: "..."

"That is fine."

"Why do you live in a vacant home?"

"Did your friend tell you this? I do not live there."

"You nearly scared him to death!"

Albert walks around me as if sizing me up, a skeptical look on his face. I stand frozen. "You will do perfectly." What in the world could he mean? Was Albert a skinwalker? Was he hungry for my blood? So many questions that could not be asked. Albert insisted I accompany him; I felt I had no choice.

As we walk to the abandoned home all I can think about is the story Jericho shared with me; this is the story, in his own words:

I spent the night in that vacant house. You would not believe the things someone left behind!

He pulled out an old pistol, the type a marksman would use before taking minutes to reload. I would not think he saw death the way he started and was happy.

He continued: I saw an armored knight, ancient weapons, and a torture room! I might have accidentally broken a few items playing with the flail. Anyway, I had to sleep eventually and for some reason it starts raining as soon as I lay down. What is this? A horror movie? I heard the strangest noise like someone else was inside but I locked the door and there is only one way in.

This is when the terror showed on his face and I had to hear the rest of the story.

He continues: I swear i heard someone walking up the stairs but when i look, nothing!

His hands started shaking.

I swear James; I can not make this shit up. He pulled out a cigarette before returning it to the pack. I ask, "Did you not quit?" He bought the pack this morning and only had a few sticks left. I-I-I saw death James. His voice was cracking and his eyes looked as if he had seen a demon. He was starting to scare me.

I went to lay down but the window curtains were open. I went to close them and saw... it. James!...

He inched closer to me as if he needed a bodyguard.

I saw Count Dracula.

At this point I was rofl.

James!!! Please believe me I am terrified I and can not tell anyone else. He described this 'Count Dracula.' Albert wore a suit like a gentleman so unless you saw his smile you would not know he was a vampire.

He signaled for me to open the window and I did, this thing was flying! He comes inside and just stares at me with his pitch black eyes before leaving the room. I did not want to see him again so I locked the door and went to sleep. This morning I just ran out of the house without a second thought.

At this point Jericho was done with his pack. Then I met Albert.

We arrive at the abandoned home and Albert mentions hunting demons and losing a close friend. I heard stories of Constantine in books and the movies. Slain by a demon, such is fate I suppose. Albert seemed as if he did not want to enter, so I went first. It was exactly as Jericho described. IThe place was beautiful inside! "This is where I used to live; now I can only rest in Hell." Albert surprised me... What could make a beast leave its home? Only the worst of them all... Satan.