The Taikoa Accords

            World famous doesn’t do this celebration justice. It didn’t take long for them to get split up; it happens often enough. They enjoyed the music, dancing and shopping until the sun went down and the lights became extremely vibrant. Almost like a second Christmas.

            Suddenly, there was a shift in the air. Dave felt sick, the world elongating around him, like a fun house mirror. He looked around and saw all the monster-like masks all around him. After so much merriment and excitement Dave -lost in the sea of costumes- became overcome with dread. He looked up and saw that above the buildings rose the giant façade of the demon from his dream. Dave reeled in terror as the memory of the terrible sight flooded his senses. Within seconds the streets -once so vibrant and full of life- became a cemetery. Dave could see the ashes of his life streaming off the monstrous shadows of the demon’s cloak. The streets became filled with flesh craving monsters and demons. Dave was trapped in his head, unable to move as he tried to steady himself. However, no matter how hard he tried, it all became too much for him to handle and he screamed as he stumbled back. He looked around as if he was trapped in a maze of horrors, stumbling around the street aimlessly. He thought he heard echoes of people exclaiming that he was drunk, or that he should watch where he was going. He tried to use these voices to ground himself, but none of those echoes mattered with so many things trying to eat him. Dave stumbled into an alley and ran into a dark hooded figure.

            Dave let out a “s-sorry” as he hits the ground.

            The hooded man turned to look at the pathetic sight. As he did, Dave heard a low voice from under the hood hiss, “don’t be sorry. You just delivered me my next meal.”