Frankenstein: A Fictional Narrative

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He panicked instinctively grabbing the door knob, pulling on it, but it would not budge. The lights in the bathroom flickered uncontrollably, the sink ran, the shower turned on, along with Belinda's blow dryer and the toilet flushed repeatedly.
"Someone help!" he yelled. The creature let out a menacing squeal, and he cupped his ears.
Suddenly, he felt large a hairy hand wrapped around his neck and choke him. Yet there was nothing visible to his naked eye.
The ghastly face in the mirror was gone. He dangled at least two feet of the ground and he kicked with all of his might trying to free himself from the tight grasp of the invisible force. "Someone please, Belinda!” He cried.
He fell to the ground and he lifted his in shock examining his
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As he continued onward he noticed an elderly woman sitting crouched on the bench dressed in all black from head to toe watching him. He wondered why she would sit there alone this late at night jeopardizing her own safety.
As he moved closer to her he grew drowsier almost as if he were going to fall over. He started to turn around, but there was no way he was going to run from a little old lady. That would just be ridiculous.
When he got close enough to see her face, he took a quick glance at her. Her eyes were solid black with no sclera, her tongue a narrow slit like a lizard, her skin leathery with protruding bones in her face. A demonic laugh burst from her lips. He backed away and ran the direction he came.
"MATT COME BACK!" WAIT I HAVE AN OFFER TO MAKE WITH YOU." PLEASSSE DON'T GO." She hissed, chasing him. He sped up as he heard her chasing him.
He whipped around to see if she trailed him, but found nothing, then slowed to a walk as he approached his car. Something hit his back, and he turned to find a large orange lizard with a long tail perched in the tree above his car. Its tail must of wacked
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He let out a terrible yowl, falling into his car, slamming his door, and sped away.
When he arrived, he crept back in, careful not to wake Belinda, stumbling into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him and made his way to the basin to cleanse the wound. As he rinsed he gritted his teeth the sting of the warm water and, bandaged it after cleaning it out. He splashed his face with cold water trying to clear his mind as he stared his reflection in the mirror.
"I can't be losing my mind can I?" He asked himself before sliding back in bed next to his girlfriend. Paranoid after the incident his eyes darted around the room, but to his comfort nothing followed him home. A cool wind blew on him, and he sunk under the covers.
"Leave me alone!" He shouted. The blankets slid off of him as a force dragged him by his feet. When he glanced down to see what was pulling him, he saw nothing.
"Belinda wake up!" He cried, but she seemed too deep in sleep even to the point of snoring. He fell to the ground and sat up looking around.
"What do you want from me?"
Three shadowy figures appeared before him. He scooted away from them as they ambushed