M is for Myg

The train made an abrupt halt at the Grey Avenue Station. I can still hear the wheels screeching, a horde of evil spirits on holiday.

For several seconds the doors stayed closed. Just as the panic crept up the back of my skull, they slammed open onto a dead platform, teasing me. Again, no lifeform in sight.

The emptiness of towns is part of this life. But now the desolate streets and quiet tall buildings damn well caused me angst. I couldn’t get over the gut pangs–something bad was going to happen. I could feel it.

Then it did.

I hurried out of the car onto the platform, heading toward the stairwell when I bumped into something. It felt like a body, but I couldn’t smell or see or hear anyone. Then the invisible mass pushed me back toward the subway car, toward the train tracks.

What felt like a heavy open hand hit the back of my head, hard. I spun around on my heel but saw nothing. It came again, this time from the side, a dull thud across my abdomen like a sucker punch from the summer wind.

I tried to defend myself but the blows kept coming.

“Who are you? What do you want?!” My frantic cry echoed against dirty ceramic tile walls.

“ssssssssssssssss . . .” was it the wind? “…vertebratus…daemonicon…sanator…”

Vertebratus…daemonicon? What was it? How did it know? I ran but was tripped and toppled to the floor.

Before I could scramble to my feet, the heavy force covered my body, paralyzing me, like that dream where something is lying on top of you and you can’t move a single muscle in your body. You’re terrified and certain you are about to die, yet there’s nothing you can do. I began to feel the death squeeze and a final breath forced from my lungs sounded a pathetic whimper. I wondered if anyone would wake me up.

But it wasn’t a dream.

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