An ebony statue towered above me. I stared into his hood. The black abyss chilled me to the bone. His unnerving and daunting head spun around. Never let your fear decide your future I thought to myself. I looked inside his hood to see he was possessed by a devil. His macabre hand that was a faint ecru color reached out “NO!”
I had been dragged into his house. It was a desolated place. The city was brilliantly lit up from the immense moon, on this raw winter night. The house stood on a bleak windswept moor. I took what would be my last breath.