The Old Blog in the Desert

The car, high centered on the embankment, was the first thing seen as I rounded the downhill corner. Nearby were two thin males waving wildly for me to stop.

As I halted and rolled down my window, both separate of the other, cried, “Let me in.”

It was this short, three word phrase that caused me to assess the two teens: disheveled, black attire and pale skinned. Most noticeable were their totally black eyes, devoid of the natural white of a sclera.

Instantly, I knew these were not children, but rather satanic spawns and that their plaintive calls, a mere ruse. I tried to drive away but my engine stalled and I found myself unable to roll my electric window up.

As I continued to struggle to restart my vehicle, they continued with their individual requests, “Let me in.”

Then I remembered that I could enter their weak minds and project myself on their psyche, so looking away, I calmed myself and thought of a red stop light. Then I raised my head and stared at them menacingly as I envisioned my eyes to be glowing red lights, I hissed, “No!”

Instantly they stepped back, my vehicle sparked to life and I drove quickly home. I have since come to my mistake, for now I have several of these evil entities hanging about my home, hiding in the shadows asking, “Let me in.”