Creature of Death

The thing, whatever it was, was not human. From what I could see. There was something very wrong inside that thin skull. Very sinister. Very sidious. Very, very, evil.

It irks me, just a little. Vaguely I remember that I've...I've... But that's just it. I've lost it again. In this pale, pale white... ...where...? Where was I? I suppose I was lost in my thoughts again, drifting... I...I'm drifting off again... ...off again...

Sensations, slowly. Where...? Where am I? When I wake up again, I'm laying in an endless field of white. The ground is frozen cold beneath me and I raise my blue-tinged fingertips to my even bluer lips.
Snow. It's snow. It melts into my palm. Into a puddle that I can almost vaguely see my reflection in. I shake the water off and look around again.
My breath makes condensation float in the air; expelled like it was never wanted. Air was never needed. It just melds away into what it was, only to be recycled. Part of a never-ending process.
Wasting precious time, I think distractedly. Something's missing. Something's always missing... I manage to roughly scramble to my feet with my legs unsteady and my arms weak. My head is spinning in a slow circumference, and there that condensation is again. It floats just before me before disappearing, like a ghost of a long pushed-aside phantom, like a pile of bones trapped in a locked closet. Like the body underneath the floorboards in my teenage home.
The air is silent. I can't even hear my own breath, nor my heartbeat. The landscape is absolutely still. Immensely, utterly silent. Unnerving. When my eyes once again scan the landscape- it could have been anywhere from an hour to a few seconds, I had no recollection and no knowledge of time- it was standing there.
"It"...because the thing, whatever it was, was not human. From what I could see. It had a sunken face and hollow eye sockets, scraggly yellow fangs protruding the diseased gums, mousy grey hair peeking out from a shabby-holed hooded black robe- if it was even a robe at all. Darkness seemed to cling to the thin, gaunt bones of this...creature...like a cloak of all evils. A cloak designed to kill, to torment, to disturb, to torture, and to persuade with utmost seduction.
A feeling- but more than that, much, much, more- made me so sick I could almost taste the bile in my mouth, the fluid ready to hurl itself from my stomach. But before the sickness could overwhelm me, hollowed sockets bore straight into my eyes. Words pressed inside my skull in less than an instant.
Come. No dialect, no notice of sex or intonation, no sound. It was like the being had formed the very words inside my mind.
Come, " It repeated again.
The cloak it was wearing seemed to shift, billow almost like in the breeze, but the being instead drew out a boney claw. It outstretched it just enough to not reveal more of itself, palm up as if suggesting I take its hand.
Something like a snake seemed to wind its way around me without me ever have seeing it. Less than mere seconds passed, and I was paralyzed. A sense of fear came over me and I tried to move but to no luck.
Another invisible feeling, vise-like, gripped my innards, possibly my very soul, and pulled me forth to it. I was powerless as my body, not of my own free will, took tentative steps closer and closer to the creature.
Step. Slide...step. Slide...step.
Across the snow my feet slinked, my head faced towards the being and my eyes wide. I wanted to scream, to question, to cry, but... It was if I had forgotten how to speak. Forgotten how to think. Forgotten who I was and what I was and everything and anything. Forgotten even forgetting.
Step. Slide...step. Slide...step. Step. Step.
And at once I was a breath away from the creature. Only the condensation, floating and escaping from the evilness of whatever resided here, mocked me with its Houdini-esque teasing.
It drew a fraction closer. I couldn't move but stare into the gaping sockets. There was something very wrong inside that thin skull. Very sinister. Very sidious. Very, very, evil.
And there was something peculiar, however, in the very back of that darkness. There was a tiny freckle of... Something. Something I couldn't pinpoint. Something I've forgotten...something...
But I...cannot remember when...
The creature opens its jaw wide, unhinging it, just like snakes do. The yellow fangs glisten with a slimy substance, and there is no throat in the back. Nothing but a black, dark, abyss.

Author's Note

wow, I haven't uploaded prose in a while...
something a bit old that I've written previously. interesting idea, sort of like it.
pretty creepy.
what do you think of the idea? are there things that don't make sense in a bad way? how do you interpret the creature being as? I say death, but do you have a different opinion?
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