Trying to remember what was on those hollow shelves that were attached in the wall up the sink. He went straight to the sink and washed his face in the faucet.
After a few minutes, he got dressed casually and went out from his apartment for a walk. He entered a local bar that was only a couple of blocks away from his endangered abode. With only two bottle of beer, he felt his head becoming very heavy all of a sudden. While laying his head on the table, he felt something warm trickled down to his face. A tap in his back suddenly put a halt on this.
He lifted his head up and saw that beside him a Chinese old man gazing at him to whom the hand that tapped him came from. He wiped the tears in his eyes and looked at the old man, his gaze questioning.
"A chit-chat My wife left me, my dog left me, I lost my business, I owe the bank millions . . . I want to die, do you know that, and you're there for a chit-chat" he exasperated as if finding the old man's offer ridiculous.
The old man brought out an old jar from his worn-out Chinese-designed travelling bag, an antique jar. It has embroideries and ash-like colors of blue and greens and shades of red in its body. The old man scanned hastily the room first as if making sure that their conversation will be secured.
"This may help, but you will ha...
"However, don't ever open this jar unless you are really desperate, miserable, and hopeless."
David received the jar, intrigued.
He was gazing at it intently for minutes; he was gazing too much that he didn't noticed the old man was not anymore in the seat when he looked at his direction. He picked up the jar, left some change in the table and stormed out in the bar despite of the rain pour.
The Deal. Not more than 15 minutes, when he arrived at his apartment he opened the jar curiously. Ashes. Dull ashes. That's what the jar contains. He spilled them in the table and threw the jar heavily in the couch.
He sat down and bowed his head. When he lifted his head he was stunned to what he saw. Standing in the table where the ashes before was a little creature that looked like a fetus. It is a scary looking creature that only measures a thumb, perhaps the scariest and the most bizarre thing he has seen in his life. He drew away from the table and run to the bathroom.
When he attempted to locked the door of the bathroom he felt something moving at the top of his right shoulder - the creature seems sitting on it. Like attached or something. He remembered the old animation movie, which the talking cricket is always following the wooden boy.
Feed me. With your blood. A drop every midnight. It is talking without even moving its mouth. No! David shouted.
You have no choice. I'm yours now and you are mine. I will make your life better. Feed me! It said in low and hissing-like voice.
Aware that it was nearly midnight the last time he checked the time, he hurriedly took his razor and slides his thumb on it. As it bleeds, the creature flew to his hand and sucked the trickling blood. David twitched and suddenly he fell.
David lifted his head, trying to