Towering over his little body, the beast forcefully plunges his head into the water, and holds it steadily. His body scrambling, struggling to get hold of anything that could help him, begins to convulse in a panic. Thoughts run through his mind as he bravely faces his mortality: “I can’t breathe…… I have nothing left….. I’m going to die……”

With an instinctive will to survive, he musters a final surge of strength as he lifts the mighty beast from his body, finally taking in the life-saving air. Within seconds he reaches the locked door, the final obstacle that determines his fate. Freedom lie just beyond this threshold if he could only grasp it. The beast gains hastily on his heels as he frantically reaches for the door knob. One chance, one conclusive moment in time, meant his life and he knew it. As if God himself looked down upon him directly in that instant, the lock disengaged, the door burst open and he ran with all he had.

He had made it. He was outside. He was alive. He runs wildly into the neighborhood screaming in terror, pleading for help. Bewildered neighbors and onlookers have no idea what to make of the dramatic spectacle and did little to get involved. Breaking free of the monster in that house was only half the battle. Now he must get help or it will all have been useless. On a dead end street with a handful of houses, his chances were gravely slim. As he ran, he could hear the beast behind him though he knew he had a fair lead. Nearing the end of proverbial and literal road, he catches sight of what he sees as his last hope. The house at the end of the neighborhood belonged to the landlord and owner of all the property.

Approaching the man at full speed, he screams out for help and tells of the terrifying beast that is trying to kill him. He attaches himself to the man’s leg with a grip so tight, it almost takes them both down. His body trembles uncontrollably as he pleads for the man to save him from the beast coming for him. The man held him close, visibly confused yet distinctly concerned for him.

His eye’s widened and his fear mounted as the beast grew closer, nearly reaching them now. Just then the beast slowed pace, and inexplicably changed form right before his eyes. It took on the shape of a worried woman, desperately trying to help her wayward child. The woman calmly approached the man and softly explained that the boy was disturbed and that she was terribly sorry if he had caused him any trouble.

“No, no…. it’s not true, please, you have to help me!!” he pleads. The man looked at the woman, then back at the boy.

“Don’t worry buddy, your mom’s just trying to help you. I’m sure everything’s gonna be just fine." The woman locks eye’s with the boy and in them he sees the fiery sinister glare.

“Yes dear, don’t worry……. now let’s get you home." She led the boy back to the house where horror lives, and he dwells in it. Once through the malevolent door again, the beast returns to her former self, and wails an ominous maniacal laugh. The boy cowers before the massive beast and reunites in his place in hell.

The mighty beast enslaves the boy forever: mind, body, and soul.

,for Angel

~True Story~