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pleasant. Curiously he
didn’t feel any pain so maybe they hadn’t burst yet but they were
surely about to. Just as curiously the ringing didn’t seem to be
coming from the creature anymore so much as it did from his own
skull. He almost wished the creature would hurry up and kill him
just so he could be rid of the noise ricocheting around between his
ears.
     
    Having been so preoccupied with watching the
creature lumber towards him Jim hadn’t noticed that it seemed to be
carrying something. The fog obscured it a little making it
difficult to see. It was probably the head of its last victim or
something equally disgusting. As if sensing that Jim had noticed,
the Goatman swung his arm up to give him a better view. At the
height of the swing, just before it started its downward descent,
Jim he finally recognized what it was. The huge, disfigured hand
was holding an axe. But it wasn’t just any axe. Jim had only seen
one of this magnitude when looking through books about Vikings and
the weapons they used in battle. The blade by itself was bigger
than his head. Moonlight gleamed off the blade showing a finely
honed edge. If nothing else the Goatman took care of his tools. Jim
had a moment to think how sad his situation was. They’d finally
found the creature of legend called the Goatman, they’d confronted
him and were now about to die. One of the weapons he’d thought
looked so cool in the books was slowly starting, but quickly
picking up speed, towards its only logical destination, his
head.
     
    The axe cleaved the air as it made its
inevitable way towards him when suddenly the ringing noise cut
through his terror. It echoed so loudly and with such force that
his hands shot up wrapping around his head trying to block it out.
The beast was standing still but his arm still seemed to be moving.
He didn’t spend a lot of time trying to figure it out. Not that it
mattered much anymore. Jim’s eyes were only seeing one thing. The
axe was only inches from his head and coming closer. He could
almost hear a whistling sound as it parted the air but another
ringing noise struck just milliseconds before the axe hit his
head
     
     
     
    This is reality
     
     
    …and he sat up in bed arms still wrapped
tightly around his it. Sitting up he rubbed his eyes and quickly
surveyed the room. Light from outside made vein attempts at
penetrating the curtains only to be halted just shy of entering.
Only a few vagrant shafts made it in. From this he saw nothing out
of the ordinary. No Goatman, no trees, no childhood friends,
nothing out the ordinary. His dirty clothes still lay were he’d
left them the previous night. It was a dream he thought to himself,
only a dream.
     
    After ensuring there were no lurking Goatmen,
he quickly felt his head to make sure there wasn’t an axe or
anything else embedded in it. Much to his relief he found no
foreign objects of any kind sticking out from where they shouldn’t
be and nothing else obviously wrong. His heart was slowly reaching
a speed that didn’t feel like it was about to crack a rib as he
closed his eyes, propped his head up and thanked God it was only a
dream and he was still alive.
     
    When he had awoken from the nightmare his
poor heart had been trying to pound its way out of his chest. It
still felt a little sore. (Luckily he was still pretty young). If
he was any older he might not have woken up at all.
     
    He swung his legs out from the tangled sheets
but not before feeling a slimy wetness beneath them. Placing one
hesitant hand on the sheets he quickly found out they were soaked
through with sweat. Looking down at himself he found the sheets
weren’t the only thing covered in sweat, at least that’s what he
hopped it was.
     
    The ringing sound from his dream intruded on
his self examination. Looking around he searched for its source, he
was awake now but he still heard the ringing. After a few more
rings he realized it was the phone. That was the noise that had
driven him