Luckily I then felt the ground begin to give way, I could feel the sweat dripping down my back like the condensation on a cool bottle. I didn’t know what was going on, but I was afraid for my safety. I needed to get out of here before I scared myself any more, so without wasting a second I tried to concentrate on calmly walking towards the gate, but as I moved closer a figure began to appear, a silhouette of a man. At first I thought it was one of my friends playing a prank on me as they usually did, but I got closer I began to see his facial features.
His eyes were ruby red, I reached out to touch his skin but I was reaching in to air. He looked as white as snow, his lips as dark as the night sky, his hair so shiny and had perfect central parted. He stood firm and proud like an old grandfather clock, looking down over me. His hands were behind his back he started to sway. He started to move closer to me. I could feel his cold breath on my face. He wore a black fifties style suite, including white gloves and fob watch. The diamond ring on his right hand glistened in the moon light. His gold rimmed monocle fell from his eye. ‘Stewart’. The man said. His ice cold ora made me shiver once again.
What did he want with me? Why had he chosen to show himself to me? The air felt cold on my skin. I couldn’t speak, although I tried no speech came out of my mouth. He reached to touch me, I jerked back, falling to the floor.
My heart started to race, I could feel the blood rushing around my head. I started to panic again, but before my eyes something even more strange started to happen. His arms started to glow a vivid red, it moved up to his shoulders and down through his torso till it arrived at his feet. The man then suddenly burst into flames. I could feel the heat around me, all I could do was watch the fire burning inside him. I heard crackling and popping as the flames engulfed this man. In my mouth I could taste the warmth, like red hot coals, it made me feel sick, it was a mix of burning leaves from below, and flesh.
As I watched him burn I saw he was in pain, I felt guilty, I then reached out to him to try to help, but only felt burning. The tips of my fingers turned black with soot, I couldn’t pull them away. I was, yet again stuck. The blackness spread quickly up my arm, through my whole body. I felt burning over men, my clothes were now sinders. I was hot but I did not feel any pain. Then, all of a sudden there was nothing. All of my surroundings had gone. The burning had stopped and I was blinded by the brilliant day light. But now I knew what the man wanted and it was my help. He needed me, but why?
