It was sometime in the 1940's... I was located somewhere in a small, broken down village in the heart of Germany. I remember things being very grey and glum. There was smoke like a haze outside and many of the buildings were crumbling apart. I was in a very small room standing by a crack of a window in the upstairs section of some scattered apartment building. Although the room was practically bare and the shelves hadn't seen even a crumb for sometime it still was very homey and I felt as if I were in the presence of all of my greatest friends. We were all sharing drinks and having good conversation. I remember gazing out of the tiny old window when the terror began to take place.
"They're here!" one of the men shouted at the top of his lungs.
I remember the panic that had struck the room. His face had drained itself of color. Dreary, horror stricken people staring back at me in shock and rushing all around like deer caught in headlights.
"Pull up the floor boards! Get in and hide!" The man yelled again.
"Don't make a sound!"
I had never felt such fear in my life. I knew I was scared for myself but I had no idea for what reason and everyone of these people in the room was experiencing this with me. You could See it in their eyes. They were all shrunken and glazed over. We had all turned into ghost men. Then came the thunder. Marching rows of feet, monstrous footsteps racing up the apartment staircase like elephants in full sprint. You could almost feel the breath being exerted from the mouths of whatever the hell these things were. The men behind me started peeling up the floor boards like savages. Underneath them were scattered pillows and a few ratty old blankets. What was happening? We hurriedly slid down below the floor and the man who had shouted at us before placed the boards back on top of our faces. There was a hairs length between the planked wood and my nose with just enough room to breathe. It felt like a coffin. I felt like I was dying. My body was trembling. The door slammed open!
All I could make out of the yelling and shouting that was carried out between these demons and our friend was his pleading. I could tell that he was pleading and begging for something of which I was not certain. I knew these people were soldiers and they wanted nothing but blood. Any form of action would suffice. You could hear the lust for killing in their voices. I could even smell the dirt off of their clothing. The man tried to bargain as hard as he could with the soldiers. He flinched for a second and then... BANG!
Death...
