THAT COLD NIGHT



I still flinch
Whenever I remember that night.
The night a monster was born
That cold night

At first I didn't want to go
But I had to
Or else Papa would die

I put my shawl
Around my shoulders
Clutching it tightly
For the wind blew harshly

I carried the lantern
Because I couldn't see
Not even 10 feets
It was really foggy
That cold night

At first I thought
It was my imagination
My mind playing tricks on me
I should have listened to instinct

When I heard the footsteps
I knew
It was no hallucination
It was real
Something or someone
Was following me

I quickened my footsteps
Not wanting that thing to catch up with me

I have had heard tales
Of how evil roamed the night
Preying on the weak
Sucking their blood
Doing unspeakable things
I didn't want the same
To happen to me

But I was caught
And pinned down to the earth
Helpless
No one to save me

I didn't see my attacker
It was fast
The bite

I could feel the pain
The ache
As my blood ran free

I lost consciousness
Faded in and out

I saw a monster grinning
At me
It's eyes were blood red
It had wicked fangs
Fangs that had torn through me

Blood
My blood ran down it's mouth
"You're now like me"
It said

I closed my eyes
Not wanting to face it
But when I opened them again
It was gone
It created in it's wake
A monster

Ever since
I've been hunted
By the cold
Pure animalistic desire
To drink blood

I try to stop the craving
But it won't go away
Until I become the monster I'm meant to be
That cold cold night

© *Nita Ogu

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