He's Coming ------Guy

“What are you doing here?” he asked, slowly stepping away. “He’s coming,” was the only response that left the vagrants lips. “What… who is coming? What are you doing here?” the man asked with a tremor in his voice. “He’s coming.” The vagrant repeated sternly. “You…you better get outta here if ya know what’s good fer ya.” The guy replied shaking his fist. Truth be told, he never stopped trembling as the vagrants eyes pierced his soul. “He’s coming…” the vagrant spoke again taking a single step forward. The man jumped back startled by the sudden movement. “He is coming for you!!!”

The man screamed and tripped as he tried to flee the horror of the man’s voice. It was no use, he was old and couldn’t run and as he slowly feel to the floor he knew the vagrant would soon be by his side. “Leave my presence…” the old man said shakily, shielding his eyes. “You do not belong here you…you… you bum!!!” He waited on the floor for some sort of impact or collision of pain. Yet nothing came. He waited and waited but he still remained on the floor unharmed. He allowed his eyes to focus to the dark light of his foyer once again. Nothing was there. Everything was as it once was. No vagrant, no cold voice, not even the chill in the air seemed to remain. The old man crawled to the corner of the room and slowly raised himself from the floor. “What was that all about?” The man asked to no one. He looked down the long hall and dusted his robe off. “Horrible tramp, how’d he get in here?” The old man pondered as he walked down the corridors to his room. The wind blew through the open windows and the indigo drapery fluttered around him. The man looked toward the window, but quickly dispelled the notion that the vagrant got in that way. It was far to high to climb through it.

However, the vagrant could have jumped out to his untimely doom. The man leaned out the window: darkness. The old man walked through his house, checking all the locks and windows before heading back to his room. It was beyond saying that he was a little befuddled. It was probably even more obvious that he was scared.

He wasn’t quite satisfied with his home being secure, but the only other thing he could do was call for a security officer to watch over him at night. If he didn’t trust any of his family enough to live with him, what chance did some paid guard have. He settled for locking himself in his bedroom for the evening. After a few minutes of fiddling with his blanket he slid down underneath the covers. It was at this moment he noticed something in the corner of the room…

The old man leaped from his bed tripping over his bed clothes as he tried to flee. Somehow the vagrant had broken into his room. As the man scrambled to get a way he noticed that the vagrant seemed different, much different. The more the old man stared at him, the more he noticed. Instead of looking homely and feeble, the man corner looked strong and powerful. He wore a long flowing white jacket and nice black slacks. The old man almost felt ashamed to be in his night garments in front of him. “Who are you?” “I’ve come for you.” The elegant man spoke as he stepped out of the corner. The shadows slowly uncovered him, revealing all of his magnificent attire and the lack of a face. His head was bald and round but there were no features that could really consider it a head. No nose, no ears, the only thing that could remotely be considered a characteristic was the slit where his mouth should have been. “Oh My Lord…” The old man covered his mouth. “Nay, I am not your Lord. But I have come for you. It is your time.” The old man trembled. “But who… what are you? What do you want from me? This is my house sir, please leave. I’ve done nothing wrong.” “On the contrary, you’ve led a wretched life.”

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