short story about my experiences with life exaggerated to hell and back
"I reached down and felt a hairy snout clamped onto my leg, but when my eyes caught up to my hands there was nothing. thin air gripping my shin like some kind of spectral nut cracker."
This night was no different than all the other nights of drinking myself into a stupor over at Gin's place, then why do i feel different.. paranoia? Probably just not used to drinking whiskey and beer together. Though the feeling of being followed created its corolla of anxiety around me. I'd experienced the feeling many times before, almost always unfounded. There was one time I got jumped by 3 college kids, but that was in a different city, different circumstances, different story. I'd moved away from there shortly after that, and this town was much smaller, not to mention safer, at least, that's what I thought. walking down a dimly lit back road by yourself was never a grand ol' time. I'd keep checking my six and nearly jump at every sound. I was never surprised to find nothing. no boogeyman chasing me, no raging redneck in a pickemup trying to run me down. just the darkness sprinkled with a few dying street lights. crickets and assorted insects clicked and chirped. I just kept walking, walking, just a few hundred feet and I'd be home. I saw something move in the farthest corner of my peripheral, I jerked my neck to catch it but there was nothing. Just as i began to turn my head back something clasped down on my shin. Teeth, I cried out in pain and my eyes began to water, i reached down and felt a hairy snout clamped onto my leg, but when my eyes caught up to my hands there was nothing. thin air gripping my shin like some kind of spectral nut cracker.
I will finish this, I will I will I will.