Sober Up

Sober Up, written and photographed by Penny C. http://theenigmaticmonsterproject.com/2015/07/10/sober-up/

I was about to turn around when I heard a tinkling sound.

I had done it again: I had lost my keys in the dark. When and where had they fallen? I was at a loss. With hands curled up into fists I pounded on the door to my home. My roommate was normally there.

Just not tonight.

“Shit!” I swore under my breath. I peeked into the living room window, or tried. Everything in the inside was dark from my vantage-point, so there was no luck there.

I was about to turn around when I heard a tinkling sound. It was the tinkling of spurs, the type you found on cowboy boots. When I looked it was just me and the street lamps. I looked everywhere for the source of the noise, but came up with nothing; all the while the sound started to increase in intensity. It sounded like someone rushing up towards me. My heart began to pound. Aural hallucinations! I thought frantically to myself. That’s all. No need to worry!

That didn’t stop the sound from getting closer though.

And there was no convenient off button . . .

Behind you!

I swung around just in time to see a dead man sitting atop a horse–a wraith-like cowboy rushing up towards me–death with a revolver in place of his scythe. The skeletal figure took one shot at me.

I woke up in my bed, safe, but drenched in sweat. I tried sitting up.

I couldn’t.

You’re not sweating, I realized.

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