The Man In The Corner
Ever since I was a little kid, the man in the corner of my eye left an impression on me. I was just a wee bit lad, easily impressionable, by stories and old wives tales told by my folks, in an attempt to get me to behave. Little do they know that these stories can leave a mark on a child’s psyche as the doors of imagination are wide open, ready and raring to go wild when you’re just a 6 year-old boy. But what I felt during that night still haunts me to this very day. After a long school day and the usual mundane, I came back home eager to get to bed. It was during the dusk hours, my body heavy from the tiredness, my consciousness slowly begins to drift away. I felt like a corpse that had just had the soul snatched out of it. After a while, I woke up suddenly, my mind still at disarray.