The Man Was Afraid

One of my first horror stories... I was about 14.

 

The man was afraid. His eyes widened at the sight of the red eyed, pointy teeth, cloaked figure, he shook as the cloaked figure approached him slowly. Breathing hard, the man stepped back and glanced at his sweaty palms. Suddenly, he heard a moan and then a demonic hand reached for him. His heart beat harder and faster every second the cloaked figure's hand neared his neck. The man suddenly cringed, hands overhead and eyes shut tight. Now able to touch him, the demonic hand slowly gripped over the man's neck. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and swiftly twisted the arm of the cloaked figure. Screeching in agony, the cloaked figure backed away and the man turned around and sprinted far away. Suddenly, in the pitch black of night, the man screamed like a maniac, then only silence remained.

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This is good! I wished it was longer! I wanted to know more! You have a way with keeping the reader wanting more!