Part 5

Dried, cracked lips peeled apart from one another, exposing the man's yellow-toothed grin, as he replied in a whisper. I had to lean in to hear him say, "I want what is rightfully mine, your soul."
His words struck me like one thousand pissed off rattlesnakes. I was paralyzed by fear.
"Wha- What did you just say?"
"Your soul. It's mine," he stated matter-of-factly. "And you know it, too."
I turned to run, to run as far away from this man or monster as I possibly could, but my muscles seized. Only my neck was able to move. When I glanced back over my shoulder is the moment that I saw it.