In the Cloak of Night

In the Cloak of Night

The dark blanket of night time set across my neighborhood, an armor that could not be pierced.  Yet one swift figure dashed across my window, breaking my primitive understanding of the dark and the routine sleepy feel that is embedded in my very matter. But, when I looked out the portal into the unsafe cold to confirm my suspicions, all that I beheld was a slip of what looked like paper. I’ll investigate in the morning, I thought languidly. Even though I thought it was but a script of paper scuttling in the tides of the wind, I still had an uncomfortable feeling it would not be over with the spears of light thrown into the early hours by the sun.

When the sun’s beams of light filled every corner of my house with its honey glow, I didn’t think much of the shadowy figure or the paper. I continued on like a normal morning, brushed my teeth, had some breakfast, got dressed, and established the days blueprint. Even though my day had started off quite usually, It was about to get much the opposite. When I eventually remembered to go check out the paper, I noticed it was much larger than I had thought. In fact, It was a full blown letter. I then sat on my bed and began to delve into its secrets. Apparently, it was to me from somebody named Isaac. He told me my home was rigged to explode and if I didn’t meet him by my neighborhood pool at 9:00 he would detonate the bomb. That was in five minutes! I Immediately began sprinting to the fence by the pool, and sure enough there was a tall intimidating man waiting for me like the eventuality of death.

Before I could even say a word he pulled out what looked like a tazer and pressed a button on it. The instant he did, I became aware. Aware of other worlds, possible timelines, people I have never met, and spirits and souls. Yet my physical form would not budge. I sat there frozen in a defensive position, my mind searching and spreading through the archives of existence. Then Isaac's clothes became the exact ones I was wearing. I shrink in fear of the revelation I just had. His face is my face! Somehow in my rapid rush I didn’t notice that he looked exactly like me.

“Now I am going to take over your life and use your identity to the whim of my secret society!” He shouts. My image blinks away from an eye’s grasp and Isaac walks back toward my home. I try to shout for help, but even with my newfound infinite wisdom, I cannot break the hold my own mind holds on my lips. As I sit there beginning to languish in my prison of a body, I imagine the horrible things Isaac is doing to the good name of Chase. And then I wake up.

Oh good! It was only a dream! I think, still under the coat of blackness.

“OR WAS IT?!” I hear Isaac scream from inside my head.

The End?