Time always seems to move slower when your in a bad situation. and this was a very bad situation. The room with the door was a meter or less infront of me when I heard it, the all too familiar sound of the creature changing, like steel rubbing against steel, it was in there. I smashed shoulder first through the rotted wooden door it splintered from my impact. Franticly scanning I could make out that there was a large closet in the corner, certainly large enough to hide a shapeshifting demon. I approached the closet ready with my pistol up.
Gripping the ornate black handle of the ancient closet I started to turn it bracing for what ever could happen when I swung the door open, But the handle refused to budge. It fought against my attempts to open it. Staring down at my hand straining to open the doors of the closet, I noticed that the handle itself felt wrong. It felt unsubstantial like rubber not wood, and I realised all to late that it was a trick. A spike emerged from nothing, piecing straight into my abdomen, I didn’t feel any pain but I knew in an instant that it had gone all the way through, puncturing my vital organs on the way. The spike withdrew and I crumbled to the hard cold floor my pistol falling to my side. Infront of my very own eyes I watched with horror as the closet transformed in a whirlwind of darkness, the sound penetrated my very soul, a terrifying screeching sound of pain and darkness. The shapeshifter rushed out of the room and the screeching sound faded down the hallway.
Picking up my pistol I tried to stand but my strength was gone. I crawled because I could not muster the strength to stand and the cold draining pain started to became evident, it was not the usual searing hot pain that I could tolerate.
I heard movement behind me. Rolling on to my back I prepared for another confrontation with the shapeshifter. Closing my eyes and using my last strength to hold the pistol up and ready. The sound rounded the corner, but it wasn’t the sound of a terrifying darkness, it was the sound of human feet on Hardwood flooring. the sound of a man not a beast.
“Dude, dude, I found you.” He said his voice wavering.
I recognised that voice, it was a voice I had known for a long time, it was the voice of a good friend, a friend since childhood.
“Tyrone, i…is that you?”
“Yeah man I’ve been looking all over for you.” He replied in his usual exasperated way.
“We have to get out of here now, th… the beast its hunting me.”
I felt the pain of the wound again it was sharp and the blood started to run faster, I was fading, my life flashing before my eyes. trying to stand up, my legs collapsed under me.
“Man your hurt, here grab my hand”.
I grabbed his hand but his skin didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel like skin it didn’t have the right heat to it. The realisation hit me hard like a wave, it wasn’t Tyrone. I let go of his hand, crumbling to the floor desperately scrambling for the pistol.
“Yoooo yo, put down the gun man!” He shouted.
“Get on the ground. I know your not actually Tyrone. You shapeshifting piece of shit!”
He backed up a bit and the thought crossed my mind, what if it was Tyrone, but I pushed it down, how would he have found me he should have been all hundreds of miles away from here.
I pointed the gun right at his head ready at any moment to pull the trigger.
“Man its me.” He pleaded. “Its Tyrone,… uhh remember we used to go puddle jumping in out hometown, remember.”
It wasn’t true, this beast was trying to trick me. It wasn’t Tyrone I knew that but I still couldn’t pull the trigger. How would it have known about their hometown. How would it talk like Tyrone. The pain of my wound send a shudder all the way up my spine.
“You know it me, please, its me man.” He said his voice cracking and tears welling in his eyes. “Please man, please.”
No, I would not be tricked again. Closing my eyes I pressed the gun against Tyrone’s forehead. My finger wrapping around the trigger of the pistol. Tensing the gun went off, the sound split the air and reverberated throughout the house.
It was done the shapeshifter was dead. I opened my eyes hoping to see the twisted body of the beast before me. But it was just a normal human corpse. A sound echoed around the house a guttural terrifying rumble. Almost like a laugh, I turned and saw it standing there, A black cloud, a cloud of hate and evil but in that cloud I could see a smile. Looking down at the corpse on the ground I started to cry.
“Tyrone!”
1 Comment
Add Yours →Hi Neco,
Here is some feedback.
Pay careful attention to your spelling, grammar and capitals. There are some minor errors popping up that you need to identify and correct.
Remember that in creative writing, whenever you start a new ‘idea’, you need to start a new paragraph.
You need to make sure your point of view remains consistent throughout your entire story.
The central conflict and decision of your story does not seem as though it is the main focus of your story. The assessment is asking you to make your story about this. Try reworking your piece to address this.
Good work.
Mr Johnson