I find this funny...

I was nervous about reuniting with my dad. He could be distant. Twenty seven yearsof being the only window wiper in Switchblade had forced him to distance himself from others door at least a windowpane. I recall my mom breaking down crying on the sofa after one of their rows and him just watching her stoically, right outside the window, wiping in powerful, circular motions.
When I saw him waiting for me outside the terminal, I walked toward him shyly, tripping over a toddler and soaring into a keychain display. Embarrassed, I straightened up and fell down the escalator, somersaulting over the...

I fell on the stone cold floor, whacking my head hard.I watched as he aproached me, walking down the silent corridor.I was surpised no one could hear his snarls coming from his chest.

I felt the blood pouring out of my head and down my neck.I started to lose conciousness But I could still see the man properley as he stood there with a grin that flashed his teeth.

He had blonde hair full of dirt tied up,his face was pale as the snow and his eyes were black as the night with only the slightest dot of white.

I knew he wasn't exactly human and I knew it wouldnt be long before he would come.

The images...