Truth is more horrifying than fiction...

 
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"Seven, Eight...Better stay up late..."

 

My life was fairly uneventful for about thirteen years after that...I was a normal kid in every respect. The few times that my mother did relate the story of the dark man to me, really meant nothing...I was too interested in my comic book collection and my friends.  Besides,  she was a parent, and at that age, who really listens to them anyway? I thought she was on drugs, or was just trying to scare me....Mothers, you gotta love 'em...   

She never had a face-to-face meeting with him again, other than the quick glimpses out of the corner of her eye, or behind her in the mirror, just enough to let her know that he was still watching. Or was it her imagination? Either way, it would shake her up for days, to the point that she would watch me like a hawk...Drove me nuts. Of course she didn't tell me this until I was about 20...But I'm getting ahead of myself. My first meeting with "him" was under strange circumstances indeed. Circumstances that I will never forget...

I was in Cub Scouts, and a friend and I had decided that a back-yard camp out at his place was in order. After getting the necessary permissions from both sets of parents, the night was a go. So we hopped on our bikes after a Friday night Cub Scout meeting and started peddling our way to his house. But even though our parents had stated that we go directly to his place afterwards, we decided to ignore them and go a few blocks over to the local video arcade. It was dusk, and we were two kids dressed in grey uniforms on bikes...not exactly easy for drivers to see...which proved itself a few blocks away on a quiet residential street. We were crossing at an uncontrolled four way stop when it happened...I got hit by a car.

The car narrowly missed my friend, and directly mowed me down. Strange, really, because I remember the initial impact, but then I remember the whole thing from another point of view...That of a bystander. Clear as day...All of a sudden, I was standing on the corner watching the drama unfold before me. There was a kid under a car, my friend screaming at the driver to get the car off of the kid underneath, and the driver going nuts trying to do so gently, as the kids foot was crushed under the front tire. Even with all this yelling and screaming going on, it was surprisingly calm and peaceful...and bright...Yes, bright as daytime...even brighter... I remember looking around from my strange vantage point, and seeing many things...A warm, friendly light shaped like a tunnel above me, and people...LOTS of people, all standing and watching, but with nothing threatening about them, and none that I readily recognized. I was looking around in wonderment, as the corner was deserted when the accident happened. Where did all these people come from? Why we they not helping that poor kid under the car? Where was I, and who was that kid? I was, needless to say, a little confused.

That is when I turned to the lady standing beside me and asked her what was going on...She smiled down at me with a warm, friendly smile and said "It's OK, little one. It's not your time yet...not for a long while. But you must go, there is danger here..." That's when I saw him. All of ten feet from me, and slowly walking closer, his hand outstretched towards me, and an infant in his other arm, cradled protectively towards his chest. The people parted and gave him a wide path, as if they were afraid of him, but he paid no attention to them, he was fixed on me. He had what I remember as an evil smile, not friendly at all, on his dark face.   I felt terrified when I saw him, even though I didn't know who he was. Then things got foggy...I was fading back to reality, and the screams of pain got louder and louder...The warm pleasant feeling was quickly leaving my body, and pain took its place...excruciating pain. What was that above me? Was that a car? Then I was back, under the front end of that car, as the driver slowly and very painfully backed the full size Lincoln Continental off of my foot. I screamed so loudly I swear the entire city must have heard.

The next day after a long night of surgery and skin grafts from my right thigh, I'll never forget the look on the Police Officer's face as I related the accident  in it's entirety as I remembered it to him...All of it, right down to the guy with the baby...He jotted the whole thing down on the accident report, forever making it a matter of public record. Seemed to shake him up somewhat, and I also remember something as he left my room upon the conclusion of the interview...I swear I saw him cross his chest. Poor guy must have been religious. It was eerie, after all. Kind of makes you think...

I guess I must not have been too bright back in those days, because I never drew the parallel between the occurrences with my mother and the Dark Man, and what I had seen that night...Then again, with all the stories she had told me, by that point in my life, she had never described to me what he looked like physically. How could I have known? It was seven years later that I would become well acquainted with the Dark Man. I couldn't help but, as he started visiting me on a regular basis...In the one place I was unable to defend myself...

In my dreams...

 

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