The Night

Gabe found himself across town as if it would matter. It wouldn’t. The bartender kept them coming and that was good enough. He looked out into the dimly lit street watching the rain. It fell without consequence mocking him as he shivered.

“Have you ever seen them?” Gabe looked hollowly into the bartender’s eyes.

“Yeah, buddy. Seen all kinds in here.”

“No,” he leaned in closer and the bartender felt compelled to do the same. “Have you ever seen… them?”

A squirmy feeling came over the man behind the bar and he stood up sharply to pull himself away from this overwhelming sense of doom. “Look, mister, I’m gonna have to kick your can outta here if you don’t cut out that kinda talk. It’s raining pretty hard and I don’t wanna have to do that, you hear?”

Gabe nodded taking that as a no. It was almost midnight. They said they would come in the night on October tenth of this year. It was the anniversary of a night he wished to forget. He clinched his fist over his mouth as the tears began to well. It was time to go.

Stepping out into the street, he casually placed his hat on and pulled his coat collar up. Looking back at the bartender as the door slammed shut, their eyes locked as a shroud of oily black fog enveloped Gabe. He disintegrated into a swirl of dust. Only the hat remained. The bartender rubbed his eyes, blinking.

The Night

Zolton

Portland, United States

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This is for the Pulp Noir challenge They Came in the Night

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