Get Out Of Here, You Stinkin's Night-Personal Narrative

The night swallowed the sun whole, leaving it’s skeleton behind as the moon. Maybe the night didn’t like bones, or maybe it was full. The night finished it’s meal, but didn’t leave, It seemed like it was waiting for someone to come along and shoo them out, someone to put their foot down and say: “Get out of here, you stinkin’ night!”.
The thing is that I probably wasn’t alone, I could feel it. The rustling of the bushes, the cold breeze making my hair stand on end. My breath was sparse, and I was begging in my mind that they won’t come near. My dark hair was in my eyes, blocking my vision, but it didn’t matter because my eyes were shut as tight as I could get them.
“Don’t… come…. n-near,” I whispered half for self-comfort and half to try to get them away. The wind …show more content…
“Hello,” it growled.
Hot salty tears were streaming down my face and I started to scream. It’s long fingers wrapped around my face, muffling my noise. Sobbing out of fear, I tried to pry them away. They were just too strong, I couldn’t do it, and I was trapped. I knew what was going to happen next. Death.
It grabbed both my arms and started pulling. I heard my bone crack and my shoulder was dislocated. I felt horrible, tearing pain in my right arm, and red filled my eyes.
I was thrown across the dark, evil night and skidded on the hard, cold, cement. My sides were burning and all I could see was a red haze and the figure coming near.

It grabbed me once again and opened it’s mouth, their jaw snapped, causing it to grow wider, and wider, until it took my head and shook it back a forth, something broke with a satisfying snap.
And everything went black.
The night left, and so did the creature. Maybe the creature is what scared night away, then day came along when it was gone. Or maybe night was a friend of the creature.
Maybe it helped it corner me. Maybe it wanted to kill me