The hot summer sun caressed my worn face, bringing me to my senses. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Then, I remembered.
I threw my hands in front of my face, examining them for infected wounds. There was nothing of the sort. The only thing that was on my hands was a familiar marking, the marking on the key. I was very surprised by the circular symbols that replaced the spots where my wounds once were. They were engraved in my palms like a tattoo, and the ink? Obsidian.
Blood still soaked my tarnished clothes as I took in my surroundings. Nothing had changed, the Slabs were still the Slabs. I slowly looked over to where Mr. Moonshine laid just the night before. The only thing left of the man was his torched carcass, fossilized in the once black goo.
I crawled over to his body; the body of the only man who cared for me, loved me, and protected me from the demons inside. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't stay. Danger lurked around every corner, and the last thing I needed was more trouble. I clutched the pendant in my nervous hands and ran inside of his trailer.
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Paranormal"I felt Death's presence. He was cold, but not icy. White, but not holy. Death keeps a blind eye, but makes up for such an anomaly by bearing two others." I hope that you enjoy, commentary and feedback is greatly appreciated! This book contains mur...
