Halloween Creeper Story

I breathe in. I feel my lungs contract with the heave of smoke. I cough and lay down on my bed, for my lungs are harshly pressing against my chest. I am in a dark room. In a dark house. On a dark street. In a disappointing, depressing nightmare of a neighborhood. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I feel some sort of hot breath on the back of my neck. I force my body to turn but I only catch one gleaming, deadly, fiery red eye. I hear my heart beating loud in my chest. I can feel my lungs tighten as I smell the smoke coming out of what must be a large expensive cigar. I roll over on the bed and my body doesn't catch me before I fall onto the cold floor. I hear the thump as i feel the impact. I hear dark, heavy muffled footsteps come around to the other side of the bed. I feel a foot kick mine. I wince as a ripple of pain emanates through my body. I close my eyes and wait for someone to end my life abruptly. The suspense almost kills me because I am waiting but nothing comes. I don't hear any heavy footsteps leave. Only silence. Cold. Dead. Silence. I drag myself up and force my eyes to finally adjust to the dark and look around. I see the eyes again. They are far away from me. They do not blink they do not hesitate. They stay and I cannot seem to force myself to look away. I am in a trance of these deadly fiery red eyes. They beckon me. My mind does not listen to my conscience telling me to stop. My feet and body drag myself up and towards the eyes. Even as i get closer i see nothing but the eyes. They do not seem connected to a head or a body. They are there by some force. I reach out my hand and i see another hand reach for mine. A small black gloved hand. It seems it is a child's hand. A child with red eyes. A child who when touching my hand i get dizzy. I do not feel my hand any longer. I do not in fact feel any part of my body. All i feel is the cigar smoke being blown in small puffs in my face. I feel my chest tighten again as I breathe in the smoke. I cannot process what happens next. I refuse to describe it. My breathe was taken away. I try to scream, but the smoke seems to have dried up my throat and vocal cords. I am changed. I am no longer who i was before. I have no words. But i shall always smell the smoke. I shall always feel the pain. I will always be haunted by the fiery red eyes that hold death in my nightmares. I shall never get away now.