A dark figure sprint across the fields. A man with great height. A man with greater strength. And a man with intentions of pure evil. His victim was fast and was about to escape. Her image dwindled in the moonlight and receded from the man’s view. He thought, “She can’t run much further. It’s nearly been half an hour and she was sprinting the entire time. She obviously exuded all her energy into running away.”

Just then he stopped. The dark shadowy figure smiled and began to chuckle. “She didn’t run this far. She hid once I was out of sight!” He doubled back, and all was quiet. His sinister essence seemed to repel every living thing that wondered about. Only the victim would be so naive as to wait. He lifted the hatchet as if too stretch. “So you want to play hide and seek, eh,” the man bellowed. “Well, have it your way!”

He wondered around and passed the woman at least twice now. The moon shown down upon his face, now drenched with sweat and every other possible substance. It was difficult to find his eyes, but I found them. I followed him and watched him throughout the night. As I stepped closer to the unaware being I glared right into them. They were no longer natural. He had altered, his eyes no longer brown but orange. And they glowed with a fury that would impress even Lucifer. His image was different from before. His body flickered and twitched with some kind of dark aura that was drawing power from the woman. Her fear. His victim.

Suddenly he heard a twig snap. It wasn’t just another owl passing through the trees. Crows and ravens fled to a holier place. He had found her. I tried to tackle him but only went straight through. He hadn’t even noticed me… I pondered on this as time seemed to stop. “But why not? Why didn’t he know my presence? I could easily pick up a rock an-” I tested my theory, but I wasn’t even on the ground. I stooped down lower than my feet to retrieve a clump of dirt. My hand stuck into the earth but never touched it. I had no existence now. I thought There was something about the man… he was familiar, maybe I had known him.

My body shuddered as I stared at the big burly body that I instantly remembered all too well. His scraggly brown hair, the once dark brown eyes. His laugh even. I gazed at the body that resembled me all too well. There was little time, however, for the curtains were opening again. The midnight matinee had started again. Now there was no man before me. I was alone holding the big axe that my mirrored image once held. My emotions were uncontrollable. As I searched frantically for the man that was here before, I grew frustrated and angry. Then a sudden jolt of electricity jumped through me and I was expelled from my body. He was there again; right where I was standing moments ago. The nightmare continued.