The kid

I saw him crawling down the stairs into the dark corridor. He, or it, wasn't walking, but crawling. I was so f. afraid I couldn't move. I always thought it was exaggerated when people say they can't move because of fear. But it's true! It's real! The abominable feeling of fear let me stone cold. I didn't dare to look back, I feared to see something right behind me. I began to sing, slowly, softly. Just to feel some humam presence. But it came back, the ghost, the monster, from the dark corridor. Walking. He stared ay me completely still. No sounds, no movement. I could hear the train passing by in the distance, that metallic sound of the wheels against the iron rails. A normal and happy world was actually happening outside... The kid cried. But not with sadness, no. He cried with anger, with hate. I love you, I said. And he stopped crying. But then, the most terrifying sound ever came out of his voice. It was loud, so loud! And he disappeared... I stood there... completely motionless. I turned back and got out. I cried. I cried endlessly. I cried and I cried 'till I finally died.