Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   Night time. They say, that’s when all the monsters come out. That’s the tale we been told to as a kids and still it carries through into the adulthood with the grotesque stories of what people are capable of. This night was not particularly special but nevertheless, it was not quite the usual one either. The fog slowly descended on the sleepy small town. Embracing the houses in it’s hollow embrace and filling up the streets with its mundane disorienting greyness. Echoes of the summer’s day past resonated in the quiet.The streets were empty,silence. The people of the town were reliving their day through the magic and horror of dreams and nightmares. Light from the lampposts was bouncing from puddle to puddle and enjoying the freedom of the night,stillness of the streets, with no wandering feet to disturb the game it was playing. Peace. Seems like that was the mood of the street that night but not for long.    Solitary,shadowy figure emerged from the...

   Next time I woke up,I felt a cold hard chain on my neck. It was dragging,weighing me down as if I was an animal, out of bounds . I had to be trapped,punished. The chain was cold hard steel,I could not move much and either way,I was bruised,hurting,wounded. It felt like the end of days,for me at least. I opened my eyes and saw the beast. That’s what it seemed like. It was his hound. On a leash but oh so close to my face. I could tell the animal was starving,it was angry,it was ready to tear me apart,into tiny pieces only to swallow them up at once. The beast was snarling,drooling,angry,barking at me..I could not put a fight,show any emotion. I was exhausted after what he did to me. Why did he do it?Who was he?What did he want from me and why me in the first place?Speak of the devil…    There he was..A shadowy tall figure,the hand holding the beast back.All I could see is his silhouette. A tall lanky slim man,what seemed to be like he was dressed in a ...