It can be quite lonely down here in my little cave, but almost every night the moon shines down on my face and tells me I should expect a visitor. Often, those visitors are led here by those who raised them and they send their smallest to me.
They're so sad and small, too... wispy little things, emaciated, beaten. Saddest of all, unwanted by those who created them. But here, they are wanted. They are loved and taken care of, and anyone who tries to take them away... I kill.
Nobody steals my children.
They will not know suffering, no exceptions made.
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Hell Burns Cold: A Horror Anthology
HorrorHorror drabble, one-shots, short stories, and poetry. Delves deeply into religious themes and old folklore/fairy tales I loved as a child. Intensely psychological, and deeply personal in some aspects. I offer trigger warnings at the beginning of eac...
