The Night WandererRain poured from the night sky as thunder and lightning both competed to see who could scare the children of Soulversville the most, the first time I saw the night wanderer. The small town was asleep, with no one on the streets at this early hour. Then again, how many people do you know walk the streets at two o'clock in the morning? Not one person, I'm sure. But, I do know of one. Not many people see them around, but I do. For I see everything. Death has a way of knowing things; knowing people. And boy do I know a lot of people.Before I get too in-depth about myself, I must explain to you our 'mystery person' who is roaming the streets of this tiny town. In explaining them to you, I must contradict myself. I just stated moments ago that I knew many people. Unfortunately, our 'mystery night-walker' is one whom I do not know much of. This is what I know:*** - WHAT I KNOW - *** 'They' are but one person They roam the streets from approximately two o'clock a.m.
When Death Came Knocking"When Death Came Knocking"By: moi!The night was darkthe storm raged onThe wind howledit's mournful songA knock at the door;A pound, then a roar.Silence, then nothing at all.I shrugged and recededto my roomfor I neededa good restthe girl, she came inand smiled at me thenand I instantly feltmy heart race.A sudden fearTook the placeOf my heartIn the race.A shadow in the darkQuiet as a mouseTiptoed behind usAnd all through the houseA struggle!The choke!A puff of smoke Hit me as I turned to see
A monstrous figureDangerous; deadlyPointed his gun
Right at me.Shots rang out -above my head.When I turned I saw
My true love dead.Lombard seemed to fall to pieces after the incident. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, and he didn't leave the house. It was his fault, he knew this, and he knew he had to be the one to suffer. He could have saved her he should be dead now, not her. Why hadn't he saved her?
He loved her. Now