Paranoid

A Story by Nick Almanza

A story i wanna work on

The lights are off, the house is dark i sit still peering off into the deep dark shadows of the night. They are out to get me i know it. Those beings those shadowy figures sent from the devil himself, they must be who else could cause such touture to one. Or is it God , can they be only angels dressed in black robes? No. . . .no that cannot be I SAID NO! "Damm you! You hell Spawn Get back i command thee go back to man you call satan." A rattle no its the door they are at the door. god have you no shame can you not save me! at this very moment they will bust the door down and soon be upon me they will tear me to shreads, my blood sprayed across the wall , torn limb from limb screaming in agony! No it was not the door but a mere tree tapping at my window. MY GOD devil you are a master of tourture, but i know oh i know i can see ur minons out there i see their red eyes that perice my very soul. I F*****G SEE YOU! Devil GOD who ever you may be Get out of my HEAD out of my SIGHT and out of my LIFE . The winds begin to roar with such intensity that it may blow my house down. "DEMON take thy self from out my heart and leave me to my sad and lonely self feed off my pain no longer!" "Why do u toture me like this?" i cry. A whisper from the winds it self "we are you". I sit eyes wide, the wind has stoped no there was no wind, the demons are gone, and i sit alone a man who would cry himself to sleep that night