Hungry

Others Stories | Nov 14, 2012 | 2 min read
16 Votes, average: 3 out of 5
I had been at my grandparent's house celebrating their 50th anniversary with them. The food and vibe of the place was just wonderful to me. Being together with them like this is a hard thing to come by. Even though we live close by ,I just don't talk to them as much anymore. I wished them a goodnight, and went on my way back home.

As I looked out at the darkened path, my heart turned to the thoughts I had for my family. How I loved them, and have been through so much with them. Also, in how this path has been with me for the long run. As a child it would terrify me into staying in all the night, and made me cower under my covers from it's darkness. My nightmares of something gripping me from the shadows always seemed to become a reality everytime I walked it. But, in the years I am in now I know better than that nonsense. My feet stamped forward into the darkness towards my receiving home. How I longed to go to sleep.

The road is quiet, or has been since I started walking. My footsteps are always in a pattern. I recognize the same beat I make anywhere. The pattern I make soothes my body with it's musical tune. The wind is blowing so softly it comforts my skin to feel it. The tops of the trees shake to the wind as well. If I didn't know better I would say they were hiding something from me.

"Hello." someone said to me, "Could you help?" My heart immediatly started pounding as I looked around for this person. They sounded so far away it seemed impossible for me to be able to see them. Before I could speak I heard a shuffling of gravel under someone's feet. I began an upbeat pace towards my house in fear of the voice. "Please stop, I can't keep up." I heard as I quickened my pace once more. The person's movement became faster, faster than mine. "Just hear me out, please." he yelled. Closer to my house I yelled "Are you hurt?" He replied "Yes ,I am hungry!" But, his pace was not of an injured man. Without any delay of his answer, I began to sprint.

I suddenly reached my house, but in all the rushing I fell on the steps."Please help me, I am in such pain." His voice was right beside me. He was so close I could smell his breath. He slowly walked past me onto my porch, and sat on the top step. His shirt was covered in blood, and so were his hands. They shook uncontrollably along with his feet. His mouth so shaky, was stained with the color of blood. His eyes dark and heavy, turned to me as he said in a ashured voice.

"Thank you for stopping." as he leaned over me, "Now I can eat."
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