Eyes On Fire {Anthony and Samara}
He counted five no, six hairy things scuttle out of the shadows, snuffling, snorting, and squealing as they sought their prey. Their bodies were covered in masses of dark, wiry hairs. Their torsos were unusually heavy-set compared to their relatively thin legs, but they moved quickly on those strong, gripping limbs. Their heads were horned, and had a set of hairy mandibles. Anthony, sucked in a breath as he watched the spiders lurk about the fair while no one else took notice of them but him. These hallucinations were beginning to seem so real that he was starting to second guess his mental health.
The strangest thing had happened over the course of a few minutes. He’d felt well rested, refreshed and healthy all day until he’d come to the fair. He’d walked out of the beer garden and suddenly he felt unwell, weak, dizzy and nauseated. It was all akin to being heavily intoxicated except Anthony had only stomached three alcoholic drinks during the night. Two rums at home and a beer in the beer-garden. Now, he was having whacked out hallucinations about spiders as he roamed the fair-grounds. Maybe he’d merely underestimated the strength of the beverages. But the idea of having his drink spiked seemed to be at the forefront of his mind, even if it still didn’t explain the hallucinations entirely.
Anthony had been trying to find the exit to the fair for a solid twenty minutes. But he’d quickly given up on that idea when he had caught a glimpse of golden hair and the familiar white and blue dress. He knew exactly who it was. “Samara,” Anthony cooed as he staggered towards the girl, hardly managing to stay upright. “What on earth is going on?” Anthony watched as others started to sprout wings, black eyes, tails and others were suddenly furious. Anthony could hear his instincts screaming at him to leave. “We need to get out of here, Sam. Something is wrong. Come on," Anthony seized Samara’s forearm roughly to direct her to the exit but something was indeed wrong. Her skin was burning hot to the touch. “Ouch..” Anthony had taken his hand back and the burning it left tingled mercilessly under his skin. “Samara you’re hot…” Anthony stated, noticing the burn blooming on his hand. “I’m not kidding. You seriously just burnt my hand.” Anthony was already wondering if this was a part of his hallucination. What was going on!?
