Morning Tale — Short Horror story.

When does the human part end and the beastly part begin?
Come with me, take your writer’s hand: I will now lead you through the dark labyrinths of fear. I’m a horror writer, many of you have known me for a long time, maybe because you’ve read my stories. My monsters… I’ve always made them up. I never knew that what I’m about to tell you could ever happen.

But we must hurry—they’re on my heels. I’m wanted all over the city, the police are hunting me… for murder. Yet you will listen, because I am your mentor.

I don’t know exactly what happened—it was the other night. It was just past two in the morning, I was out on my usual walk, the one that gives me energy and strength. Alone, while good thoughts mixed with the darker ones. The sidewalk slid smoothly under the soles of my shoes, like walking on a velvet carpet.

As I walked, I heard the sound of a couple of scooters creeping up behind me. I was too lost in thought to pay much attention. Then suddenly, a kid—couldn’t have been more than sixteen—shouted at me just to scare me, and with a drunken little grin he sped off, laughing with his mischievous friends.

I don’t really know what happened after that. All I know is that rage exploded in my brain. While they sped away on their scooters, still laughing, I started running after them. I remember the shift in…