There is what looks to be an 8 year old boy that sits on the sidewalk on your way home from work. all he does is stare at the wall. you never payed any attention to him, Figuring him to be a kid who parent's haven't called into their house yet. but as the days begin to pass, you noticed that he has never move at all. continuing to stare at the same spot at the wall like if he was trying to solve puzzle from it. you think about calling the police to pick him up but yet decide against it (after all, he isn't harming anyone just sitting there). you begin to check on him (rerouting your path so you can see him when your going to work, even though the path is longer and more and more you find your self getting later to your job).
one night, your boss has had enough of you being late and threaten to fired you if it continues. at this point, you decide enough is enough, you are going to talk to this kid, find out who he is, what he is staring at, and why does he have such a hold on your life.
you call a friend to drop you off a block from where the kid sits and you begin to approach him. as you do, the street lights begin slightly flicker and fade. you pause for a moment and then rationalize it (they city hasn't replaced the blubs in a while you say to your self). you continue towards the boy.
as you put your hand on his shoulder and says that it's all right, a chill runs down your spine. this boy feels cold.. dead cold. as quick as a cobra, he grabs your wrist and begin to slowly turn his head.
your rational thinking goes out the window as your scream and yell. you look behind you only see that the streetlights have all gone out. you turn and twist your arm, like a fox that has it's arm stuck in a bear trap but hand that has you is locked firmly to your wrist, unwilling to let it's prey go.
as the boy slowly stands up, you fight will all your might, kicking, screaming, even biting your own arm in a effort to get away.
for a brief second, you glimpse the face of the creature that has you. whirling cogs have replaced the boy's eyes and drops of oil drip down his tea ducts. half of his right cheek is nothing but smooth metal interweaving with flesh of the rest of his face.
he opens his mouth, revealing what looks to be shards of jagged shattered glass that have all been stained red.
for a single second, hung in time. he looks at you and then smiles, the shards piercing the gums of his jaws and letting blood follow freely out of his maw. a wretched parody of the boy that you thought was him.
you pass out.
you wake up in your bed the next morning, the answering machine fill with messages from your friends and your work both wondering where you have been. you shake off the experience as a dream (try to anyways, but it seemed so real. you continue your morning routine (brush your teeth, groom your hair, take a shower, etc) but as your head on your way out the door, you notice the dates on your calender.
it's five days later from the date that you can last remember.
