Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24776950-20170720091722

Alex was walking home from work. Due to an issue with his boss he had to stay later then usual. As he walked on he suddenly had the feeling like someone was watching him.

He turned around and quickly scanned his surroundings. Nothing, his heart slowed down a little. When he turned back around he almost screamed.

There was a figure slowly walking toward him, as it passed a street lamp he saw that it had no face. It had loads of black tentacles that seemed to be spouting in every direction. Alex was frozen in fear. He knew he would die unless he tried to escape.

Before he could run far the figure wrapped a tentacle around both his legs, causing him to brutally fall to the ground. He moaned in pain and tired to escape, but it was useless. The figure then wrapped several tentacles around his body until he was completely stuck.

Alex asked in a shy voice, “Who are you?”

The figure responded evilly, “Your doom.”

He started to laugh like a madman and tightened his grip on Alex. By now he was moaning in pain as he was being crushed by the tentacles. He screamed as his bones started to break. The figure then wrapped a tentacle around his head. He begged for help. He screamed at the top of his lungs for someone to call the police.

The figure suddenly let him go. Shocked, he turned around and saw several police cars parked right behind him. Several officers were hiding behind their cars while holding the figure at gunpoint. He felt a sigh of relief. He was saved.

“More backup eh, they won’t save you aaaaaaaaaaaa.”

He turned around and saw that the figure was holding onto his chest. A tar like liquid was coming out of his wound. One of the officers must have shot the figure right in the chest.

The figure shouted, ‘This isn't over Alex,” and disappeared into mist. He turned around to thank his savers. The officers were advancing but something was off. One of the cops pointed his gun at him. Wtf, he wanted to run but he felt like his feet was stuck in quicksand.

“no, what did I do? No, no, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

The officer suddenly changed into the figure from before. He screamed in a fierce voice, “times up Alex,” and leaped towards him.

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” he screamed.

He woke up in a cold sweat. He quickly looked around his dark room but he saw nothing stange. It was only a dream. That’s when he remembered something. Tomorrow, he was going to have a talk with his boss. 