Fear gates

  this situation happened to me while I'm traveling by my car to Matroh . I am usually traveling at night as many people do, and I am never been alone while traveling so I suppose that everything is OK. so I started the trip with my friend Hazem  and it was 11:00 PM we get to the desert road. I was so focused on the road because these road is very dangerous at night, not dangerous like ghosts or something, but there is many accidents happens.  " Maher,  the car behind us, is the driver your friend?!" Hazem  said while he is laughing. "have you told someone to come with us by his car?" I wondered what's his talking about! "No, why?" I said "because the man who driving the car behind us is waving his hands to us! I thought you know him." I wasn't paying an attention but I looked and indeed I found a black car right behind us and the driver is waving his hands  Hysterically! I thought that he sees something wrong with the car...

I stand at the top of my stairs, socked toes curling into the carpet as one hand squeezes the door handle and the other hovers over the light switch , trying to decide if it is safe to turn the lights out . it is nearly seven at  night, i have about an hour before sundown , but it is just dim enough in the stairwell to make me doubit if that really matters . I stare down at the welcome mat, and though i see nothing , I know the thing that lives at the bottom of my stairs is watching me , too . I know it is gauzy white eyes never blink , and that it is teeth , thin and too long for it is mouth , extending far past it is leathery lips can not smile but i feel as if it is grinning at me . I know it is gaunt . lanky limbs are curled and crouches around it is small body , waiting to lunge the second the light is out   I know it is not real if it was real i would be able to see it . but even as i remind myself of this , I leave the light on You see , I made him up, The creatur...

I am unsure of what to say. All I can say is that I am scared. Very scared . My hands shake violently as I hastily scribble down a few words onto the coarse wooden tablet. This is my only hope. *In the month of Tammuz , day 25 of the year 569, I , Abgar, son of abbshamay, navigator have come here , to the country of Nysy: bless the god who brought us here, and you , the man who reads. that is all I am able to write . I an so tired. I am so weary. I set the tablet against a mound, careful that it will not fall down , and go on my way, through the pitch blackness of this grand cave. I have been trapped here for days. It started when i left Plmyra, That great oasis city in the Levantine desert. I was to travel to the city of Aksum in ethiopia to deliver silk textiles. Then i was to sail the vast sea to the lands of Persia and sell similar textiles at the cities of Istakhr , Ekbatana , and Ctesiphon, the Persian capital on the Tigris. Fom there, I was supposed to return to my homeland by...