i awoke from my usual afternoon nap with a sence of discomfort. the air was thick and sufficating, as it always was during august. i struggled for breath as i sat up in my bed. it felt as if something was terribly wrong. there was someone (or something) else in my apartment. a cold chill ripped through the thick air, up my spine and i pulled the thin sheet over my head. peeking through a tiny opening, i caught a quick glimps of it. a little pale man, five inches tall at the most, with a small, stump-like tail. i slowly reached for the phone pearched upon my bedside table, trying not to be seen by the creature as it stood staring down my kitchen trash can. my fingers trembled as i pressed the numbers on the phone, 9-1-1... i told the operator of the creature and described it to him in a fearful whisper. "it's a minion," he said. i asked him what to do. "the only way to kill a minion," he explained, "is to pour deadly demon venom on it." which i didn't happen to keep around the house... "but be careful, they're pure evil"..........
