Smile for him

     

It is hard to describe him to see him up close is to invite death he stands a good eight feet tall with arms and legs ...at first. he has a head if only to amuse it is devoid of feature or colour no face just a blank head no mouth or nose or eyes just nothing he wears a business suit mundane only to the untrained eye the jacket is black like a void devoid of life reflecting his nature. a red tie the colour of shiny crimson it is knowing he has shirt underneath white at least to those looking far enough away to see it his arms and legs are stick like and longer than any limbs should logically go when you are close you see more his back melts into inky black ichor ridden tentacles emotionless in normal human sense for his intentions can never be known by those unknown to his state of existence

The door opened to a place...not here the price of curiosity for some is high leaves crunched and warped along with the ground this was his place his domain reality bent and shifted only blackness the cries screams of those he took the damned this place worse than hell like a evil counterpart a tumour or growth leaching taking all the bad the oppressive blackness crows or were they squawked so very bleak no hope just black dark insanity death while He watches and waits to take you   

You remember i know you do Jamie that time when you were younger no one listened not anyone you were different then most he came and helped he was a friend when no one else wanted you he was there to watch you cry and horrify you with a comforting hug he was gentle he played with you and looked after you he took you places he took you THERE you saw things instead of being scared like MEany others   you were happy you went there often  it was an escape for you he was ... intrigued i watched him watch you he wanted you for something made plans then you grew up became stronger logical but still you so he relented for a bit but now he wants his investment back