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and then come crashing down. My hands
shielded my face instinctively so I wouldn’t be hit by the flying
shards of wood.
    He came on me, gripping onto my
shoulder, and then I found my feet uselessly dangling in the air.
The monster was inhumanly strong and had seized me by one hand,
lifting me into the air.
    I was watching him from above. It
drooled at the corners of its mouth as though I was a prey, fresh
meat for dinner.
    I grasped the arm holding me, trying
desperately to release myself, but its long fingers were tightly
wrapped around my shoulder. It clenched its grip tighter, and I let
out a shriek in pain.
    “ What the fuck?” I cried
out then with a painful voice. “What is this? Get over
me!”
    On hearing me beg, a wide and
cheerless grin spread across the monster’s face showing its yellow
teeth, just like a man’s who had been chewing tobacco all his
life.
    “ I’m dreaming,” I assured
myself. “I’m still dreaming.”
    But I wasn’t. I was far from
dreaming.
    I looked right into the monster’s
bloodied eyes then peered over its shoulder. To my surprise, the
woman hadn’t run away. She had taken a chair and swung it across
the monster’s back. The chair smashed into pieces, but the monster
appeared unfazed and unharmed. The pain in my shoulder lessened,
and suddenly I found myself on the floor again. The monster had
loosened its hold of me and had turned once again to the
woman.
    It is fair to say the monster was
finally enraged. As it snarled, the walls shuddered, and both the
woman and I covered our ears trying to block out the deafening
rumbling noise.
    Sitting on the floor, surrounded by
papers and the broken shards of the door, as the monster grasped
the woman by her neck and violently slammed her against the wall
leaving her breathless, I spotted a sharp piece of wood lying at my
feet. Grasping the weapon the next moment, I sprang to my feet. No
time to think, only to act.
    Determinedly, I stabbed it into the
monster’s back. It growled in pain, tossing the woman to the floor
and turning its body towards me. On impulse, I punched it in its
stomach sending the monster onto the desk.
    Perplexed and astounded, I looked down
at my palms. Blood was pulsing in them rapidly. I had a power, a
mighty one. I spent too much time contemplating it. The monster
jolted its body upright and leaped at me, together we smashed into
the wall destroying it completely.
    I found myself lying on the floor at
the top of the stairs, the pieces of the torn wall raining over my
face. The next moment the monster was on me grabbing my neck. I
punched it in the face with all my might, and as I did so, a black
liquid seeped from its face, splashing all over me. It was probably
what passed for its blood.
    I kicked the monster backwards trying
to free myself. It glided through the air and fell with a thump
onto the wooden floor.
    We stood up
simultaneously. I held my hands before me ready to defend myself.
The monster attacked. It was so close. I squeezed it by its
shoulders and tossed it back towards the study as if it was a light
box. It seemed as light as a cat. At that very moment, I was in awe
of my realized strength–superhuman powers, and I realized why I had
been sent to this town . There was something wrong with me either, like with the
barwoman, the dogs and Malcolm, and this monster.
    The monster fell back thrashing into
the desk with a loud crash that sent shockwaves through the
floor.
    The woman let out a scream. She
continued to cower in the nearest corner watching us fight, her
eyes wide and in utter shock at the unusual performance. If I had
been in her position, I would have been exactly the same. But when
you’re in a precarious situation, you don’t give much thought to a
lot of things, you just fight to survive.
    “ Get up,” I told her
taking her hand grimly. “Run, now!” She snatched her shoes, and I
shoved her towards the stairs, leading her down before the monster
could come to its