iScare.com - It's Behind You

stepping out into the darkness... you hesitate. footsteps... somewhere in the night... has made you aware of your surroundings. a tall dark figure approaches out of the misty fog, and slows when passing by. a nervous laugh within you is stifled by a distant scream. it is chilly, and you pull you cloak a bit tighter around your shivering body. that scream...you wonder if it was just a child playing in the darkness or just your imagination running away from you. walking across the bridge to the last trolly, the tall dark figure awaits ahead at the corner stop. clip-clop clip clop
clip-clop...the two horse-drawn trolly approaches, and you liven your last few steps to meet the familiar face of the driver. the tall figure boards the trolly and seats himself near the rear. a glimpse of his eyes watching as you board sends a chilling alarm within you. the driver is not there. but how did he leave without your noticing, you ask yourself. reluctantly, you sit near the entrance so as to keep a wary eye upon the stranger. he laughs boldy, but more of an echoing, hysterical laugh continues...frightening laughter. you get up to run, but the horses have pulled away from the curbstep, and you are tossed back onto the leather seat. then you notice the driver is actually there...and joining in the laughter. a deep throaty roll of
laughter echoing with the other passenger. you pull yourself up in a panic, and bolt for the door. the horses are not real...skeletal figures pulling the trolly faster and faster. the night air is surrounded in black, and only the passing of rooftops below tell of the impossible terror you are now beholding.
"relax, and enjoy the ride,"whispers the dark stranger. "you are on your way home!"

was only but an hour ago, you remember the events before you stepped out into the night air. your beloved family surrounding your bedside during the finals moments of your greedy, self gratifying life. you left them all nothing. vowing to take it all with you. claiming them to be gold diggers and vultures, you passed through the veil of death laughing at the specter
hovering above your decrepit shell of human waste.

you ask yourself; 'where did I turn into such a hateful creature?'

"your destiny has been predetermined by your ever growing need to be alone...and to have more than your needs are worth. see!" he points a long boney finger out the window near me...and I see my life unwravled before me. as if in a flash, I see tormented aquaintances' and distant family members' souls writhing in agony. "these are the sick and poor which you had pointed to the sign hanging in your accounting room."

the sign read: Remember the footsteps you took to enter my door?
It's Behind You!

then...the trolly from Hell's Gate entered the courtyard of which is to be my new surroundings. a sign, written in gothic scroll reads upon these words...

BEWARE THE SOUL CHASER! HERE ARE THE CHASERS OF LOST SOULS, WHOREMONGERS, AND GREEDS OF BLACK HEARTS. IF YOU SEE ME COMING...DON"T LOOK BACK! RUN...RUN...RUN!