Strange Meeting – Essay
All this hype,
about vampires, was slowly but surly starting to annoy me. For some reason the
youth of today had this insane obsession for the living dead and their
immortality. I had taken a book off of one of my students today because she was
reading it in class. I should be happy that they are at least reading
something, but still, they shouldn't be doing it during lessons.
I thought to
myself that evening, why not read it myself, to see what all the fuss is about.
So I started. I was through the first five chapters when a strange eerie
feeling came over me. I ignored it at first, shrugging it off, but it stayed.
At last, I looked
up. And there I saw it, a tall dark figure, all clad in black and hooded. At
first I thought I was dreaming, I thought that I must have dozed off while
reading my book or something. After staring in amazement at what was standing
there before me in my living room for sometime, I came to the conclusion, I
can’t be dreaming, this was too real, it had to be real Without taking my eyes
off the figure, I slowly put my book, face down, on the small glass coffee
table in front of me.
It was completely
silent, I could hear my breathing and, to my surprise, I could hear the figures
breathing as well. It was laboured, almost forced, as if breathing didn’t come
natural to it. A cold shiver ran down my spine making the hair on my neck stand
on end. The longer I stared at the figure, the colder everything got. I could
see my breath in front of me as it condensed in the cold air. Time seemed to
stand still. It felt like an eternity.
The figure began
to move, startled, I jerked. It moved closer and closer to me, slowly at first
then all of a sudden it was right in front of me, an inch from my face. It
muttered something. I couldn’t understand anything it said, except for my name.
Puzzled, I tried to say something but the words would not cross my lips. Before
I could force myself to say anything it moved back a few steps cocked its head
to the right and uttered a few words. It moved towards me again, reaching out
to me with an arm as it moved closer. Scared, I tried to push away from it, but
before I had the chance it touched my head with a long, slender, glove covered
finger. Everything around me vanished into a bright white light, which was
followed by utter darkness. Images began to appear before me, slowly to begin
with then getting faster and faster. Images of places, people, events, things I
had never encountered before in my life, places I had never been to people I
had never met or seen before. As the images changed faster and faster
everything seemed to blur until everything came to an abrupt stop. And there I
was again, in my living room, drenched in sweat.
The figure was
still standing before me. To my surprise, its next words were in English. In a
voice like none I had ever heard before. The words seemed to linger in my head,
resonating around my skull, as if the figure had spoken directly into my mind.
“The time, your
time, has come”
Then it vanished,
leaving me gasping for air and heart racing.