Photo Challenge #73: A Monster In the Night


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All the girls at the firm tell me the boss’s a horrific drunk, that he will change into a terrifying monster and the person who cares will always end up in the ICU.

I didn’t believe them. I’ve always thought they were just being drama queens. At least until tonight.

This week alone, I’ve worked 50 hours, that’s 10 overtime hours, just to meet the deadline on this project. So I’ve decided, to celebrate, I’d have myself a drink.

After dropping my things at my apartment, I walked two blocks to my favorite bar. As I sat at the bar, minding my own business and enjoying my cocktail when someone waltzed up beside me. Not just any someone, it was my boss, Walter.

“Well, look who it is.” He said in his drunk voice. “It’s my favorite employee, Mina!”

“Uh, sir, my name isn’t…”

“Sure, you are,” he interrupted before I could finish my sentence. My name is Claire, not Mina. “You’re Mina Salgado!”

I was only slightly buzzed, my judgement wasn’t entirely clouded. So I hopped off the barstool and grabbed his arm. “Okay, sir, time for you to head home.”

His eyes drooped for a moment as I dragged him toward the back entrance but he suddenly yanked his arm back. Then he stood back straight. “No,” he scolded and pointed his index finger at me, “You don’t get to tell me what to do.” People around us stopped what they were doing and stared. “You know why? Because I am your boss, you are not my boss, I am your boss.”

A large man in black shirt and pants approached. “Is there a problem here?”

“Pfft,” Walter said drunkenly, “No no no, man, everything’s cool. I was just taking my girl here out for a little chat.” He grabbed me hard by the arm and forced me out the back entrance. The moment the door closed behind us was the moment he let go of my arm.

He walked a few steps away from me. His back turned and he was breathing hard. “S-sir, d-do you w-want me to get you a cab?” I stammered, growing more and more afraid by the second.

It was like he was a completely different person. He turned around and walked back toward me. His neck looked shrunken as his head was tilted in a perverted way. He spoke in a high-pitched childish voice while his fist flexed, clenched and unclenched, as if he was going into a fight. “You don’t get to tell me what to do,” he said and then his voice raised dramatically, “I get to tell you what to do and I tell you now to scram!” I stood frozen, too horrified to even move my legs. His eyes widened dramatically, “Scram!” He bellowed.

Before I could move another step, he lifted his head and blew. Suddenly the alleyway was filled with a strange fog. I could see nothing but whiteness. He cackled, “I told you.”

From out of nowhere, a blow slammed into my jaw. Before I could recover and analyze what had happened, it happened again. This time, it was my nose. I heard a loud crack and before I knew, I could taste the blood flowing from my nose into my mouth. Hit after hit, it came quicker.

Before long, I fell into a puddle of water. The fog had begun to clear. The night had descended and as I lay here, gasping for my breath while pain and agony branched out of my body, I see a hooded dark figure hovering over me. “It’s time,” it said seconds before my world went dark.

A response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge.

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