The alley.

In a mix of sadness and anger I pulled at my chin, I wanted to squeeze my jaw with my hands, my eyes watered as I took one shot of whiskey after another. The deep disappointment in myself lessened, but no matter how much I drank, the memory of my cowardice and dishonor would not go away.

It was a calm night and my best friend, Yan, and I went to shoot billiards, drink and talk. The old bar was rather empty, with just few old fellas sitting on the barstools. After all it was only Thursday. I had the work day off on Friday, therefore I could afford the drinking.

It was a good, calm time, and considering our none competitive nature when it came to this sort of things the games of billiards went by smoothly and without intensity.

We paid the bartender our dues and got out unto badly illuminated streets of the run down part of the town. We heard cats fighting, homeless singing old war songs and even a stray dog came up to us, we pet him, but had no snack with us. He ran further up the road and turned into an alley, we heard a quick and painful howl and then silence. Yan insisted that we check if the dog was fine, but I kept telling him to go around and take another route, I was so nervous that I fully sobered up. I told him many criminals roamed these parts at night, how could he be so ignorant, he knew this well too. Yan was a professional boxer and his fear limit was absent, he was too confident and he yelled at me and shook me.

I went to that alley with him and as we approached I could hear some sort of chewing and slithering sounds, then a bone flew out of she alley unto the street and it looked like leg of a dog. My heart began pounding even more as I couldn’t force myself to object to him further, Yan pulled me with him and we stepped into the alley. There in the shadows something strange was moving. The slithering intensified and even Yan’s face changed, I saw fear in his eyes for the first time. A tentacle shot out of the darkness and wrapped around Yan’s leg. It pulled him towards the shadows and a horrible sounds of grinding teeth could be heard quiet clearly. Yan was holding on to the side of the wall and yelling for me to use my knife, but I stood there staring at him in horror, paralyzed. Then as he could barely hang on further, more of the thing emerged, covering his legs. I cannot fully describe this disproportionate monstrosity with tentacles, no words can truly speak of it’s disgusting and revolting form. I ran, yes, I left Yan and I ran from that abomination of nature. I left my best friend to be devoured by it.

Days have passed as I keep sitting inside my apartment by the window, finishing yet another whiskey bottle, my eyes fixed on the grey brick wall outside. I have a gun on my wooden table with one bullet next to it and my lamp is becoming dimmer with each passing hour.

The horror, the horror.