It’s a late Friday night on a full moon October the 13th. I find myself drunk-walking and stumbling upon a bench by the edge of the lake. Out of the corner of my lazy and slow-reacting left eye, I notice the silhouette of a person sitting next to me that apparently was there before I plastered myself on the bench. I pretend to not have noticed, but at the same time I can’t help but slowly turn my head toward the figure to my left. In very small increments, I turn my head and feel my eye twitch in eagerness and impatience waiting to see who sits next to me.

My mind wonders and I imagine a large, almost ape-like creature with a large red coat looking directly at me, noticing my skeptical and foolish behavior. A speeding car with loud acid-rock 80’s music is passing by and distracts my concentration.

By the time I get my head back together and remember what I was so possessed by 27 seconds before, in a steady one-go rotation, I turn my head to my left and notice nothing but a stain of fresh blood dripping off the side of the bench. Freaked out by what I’ve just seen, I spring up from the bench and get my self home in a marching-rythim never looking back.

The intrigue is still within me to this day about what it could have been, what happened to that poor creature sitting next to me on that creepy Friday night…and then again, I think it could have just been the alcohol…