A Scary Story

Many years of living has taught me the value of real life. The little things that human beings in their absent minded rat race, do not see, can mean so much more to he who has the time to see them. Especially if your own prey is the cancer that kills the little things you love.
The night I died, I will never forget, because that, was the day that I learned more about humans than I ever wanted to know...

The rain was beating the side of my cabin as I finished my trek through the woods. I was soaked but wore a cloak that kept me mostly dry. I must have sensed something wrong though because I heard each droplet of water hitting the ground and they actually sounded like water and not some allusion to something else.
A fire had been lit in the cabin and inside I saw a person's tall, dark, silhouette. From outside looking through a window, I saw him star into the fire and he seemed to make each individual ray of its light shine past him in an amorphous pattern.
There was a sense of wonder which I craved and I wanted to be near him and to touch his robes, as if I felt the power stemming from him. I turned my head to get a better look at him, shaded from the fire but as if he sensed my presence like a squirrel, he turned and then vanished.
Suddenly I felt scared as if I had upset the balance of this superficial, but also supernatural, being. I also felt saddened in a deep way and depressed that I had lost the wonder of this creature.
I moved away from the window sill and started my trek inside. I then got into my night clothes and went to bed.
The next day I woke up bright and early and went out to hunt, what was to me, the most dangerous game ... the Grizzly bear. I had a rifle the size of a large man's arm yet an inconspicuous as a fair woman's neck. I snuck up behind the grizzly and hid in a bush. Like the wolf or some skilled hunter, I stopped every time he made a move of caution.
I saw him beating the water like a child picks at his toes and his deceitful, friendly smile. I took aim and in my scope, he was there. The man with the cloak looked upon me with fluorescent green eyes and the world seemed to grow dark through the scope of my killing machine. I don't know why I kept on staring but I did.
Through a dark world he walked up to me and his face seemed almost surreal. My heart began to pound faster in my chest and every step he took closer seemed like the moment of judgment. He began to reach out and I could literally hear my pulse in my head. He leapt at me as I managed to pull my face away from the scope and scream.
I woke up to the grizzly walking away and my body aching from a dream.
That night I did not go home and look in the window. I was too busy and too sore to notice the roaring fire but as I opened the door, there he was. He did not look at me but rather his cloak swayed a little toward the door from the wind. And it seemed to sweep under his floating torso. He wore armor underneath and I knew because I saw his hands and his sword.
I screamed "what do you want from me devil!" And the body disappeared with a strong gust of wind. The fire went with him too; as if the door had opened and blown them both out. I stood there momentarily and seemed to float off to bed as the door shut.
I woke up the next morning and felt horrible so I spent the day in bed.
By night fall I could not get back to sleep so I simply went for a stroll. The clouds seemed to fall as mist descended on the night. It was like snow which hadn't froze but I felt it in the air.
The mist made it hard for me to find my way back to the cabin but my senses seemed incredibly strong tonight and I felt my way back through the mist.
Finally I found the door to my cabin and the light gray mist turned darker as I walked inside. A presence moved its way around me and seemed to quietly touch me with pokes and prods, like a child asking questions. Suddenly I felt my pulse rise as a cold hand touched my back. It seemed to not want to let go. It held onto me as my heart, uncontrollably beat faster and faster until it hurt and I could feel it everywhere.
As quick as it came, the mist was gone as I felt my heart stop beating. It began to beat again as I saw the man standing in the middle of the room and quietly I asked, who are you.
As he removed his cloak I saw her pointed ears and long hair. She was tall and wore rings and elvish looking jewelry. She looked me in the eye with her fluorescent green eyes and said, "now you're like me."
That was the day I died and 249 years later, I have felt her presence from time to time. I can feel the loneliness in her heart and I know things about the world most don't take the time to see.
That was the day I died.
Many years of living has taught me the value of real life. The little things that human beings in their absent minded rat race, do not see, can mean so much more to he who has the time to see them. Especially if your own prey is the cancer that kills the little things you love