I sink into a restless sleep, only to be greeted by nightmares scrambling around in my head, not average nightmares that have no meaning, like the ones when you would have when you were little, where you think there's a monster under your bed. No. These were way different. Instead of fearing monsters under the bed, I feared myself. I was a senseless psychopath craving pain and dependent on fear, as though it were nicotine.
I woke up chilled to the bone in a stifling room,I tried to shake the uneasy feeling. But it stuck like tar to my lungs, I felt like I was an imposter in my own body, trapped in by ribs, muscle and skin.
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Soul snatchers
FantasyAfter trading her soul at a crossroad, Sarah soon realises souls are much more valuable than she first thought. This story focuses around the conversion from human to demon, the process and the issues of hiding it from friends and family.
