Your True Tales
March 2005 – Page 4

Fallen Angel
by Richard

I like to hike out in the woods around my town a lot, and do so quite frequently. Usually, I have a friend with me, so we can talk and it doesn't get to be just a habit that I do. But sometimes I get an eerie feeling when I'm in the woods. Usually, everything gets quiet and things seem distant. Only once have I had this feeling with a friend walking with me, and what a event it was.

We were talking about life, deep subjects here people, when I got the feeling. All the forest sounds had ceased to resonate. No birds harping or even a breeze to rustle the leaves. Even my friend had stopped talking and stopped in his tracks. Suddenly, my friend fell to his knees and bowed his head. He wouldn't move and I couldn't pick him up. It was like he was bolted to the ground with large weights. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. The blue sky turned a gray and sunlight that streamed through the trees not but seconds earlier no longer shone through.

Now I have seen apparitions before, some good, some bad, but THIS was the worst yet. I looked in the direction we were traveling and there was a large dark figure. He stood taller than my by a foot, and I'm 6 foot tall. The thing looked up at me and just stood there staring for a moment. I felt a heavy presence of disgust and hate. It seemed to grow stronger as I looked at him. I broke eye contact with him, not wanting to feel those emotions too much longer, but he spoke to me in a clear voice. He commanded me to look at him. I knew that he was evil and I shouldn't look, but I wasn't afraid of what he was so I did anyway.

My friend was still bolted to the ground, so I looked up and this time he was but a foot away from me. He wore all black and had enormous wings. But they weren't like a bird's, they were strange wings. One wing was only thin bones, like those that make up a bat's wing. And the other was a wing of rotting flesh and molting feathers. The only way I can title him in appearance was like a fallen angel.

We stood there for a bit just watching each other, then the thing raised an arm and pointed with one finger at me. He smiled and said, "I will see you again one day. Don't forget your debt with the devil." He then told me to bow and I refused. This angered the dark angel and he forced me to kneel toward him. I felt as if my spirit was being stabbed and twisted in torture. He simply laughed then and walked off to the side, I didn't see him after that.

Right when he disappeared, my friend got up from his locked position on the ground. I asked him what he had been doing through the whole thing. All my friend could say was, "What are you talking about we were just talking and you froze instantly." He stuck to his story, but he couldn't explain why all the trees around us were dead, and the ground dusty and cracked.

That's my story, believe it or not. I still go back there sometimes; the place hasn't changed at all. The trees haven't decayed or regrown any, even though they have been dead for quite some time now. I still haven't met him again or what he meant when he said don't forgot my debt to the devil. But I know, regrettably, that some day he will be back.

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