Hungry….so hungry.
The voice wrapped itself around his head making him cry out in pain. He had never known anything in the way of despair and hunger the way he did now. It was all consuming and horrifying, the only respite was when he let the thing out and for the briefest of moments he knew peace, however short. He lived for those moments, despite the horror of re-living the moments of each killing when the thing wanted to taunt him.
He had become his own worst nightmare, the thing of his deepest darkest dreams had materialised and was now using him as its own tool to bend him and ravage him. Despite all the precautions he had taken throughout his life, he had a momentary weakness and it had seized him.
His father had warned him it would happen, his own mother had been taken and now he knew with a soul certainty that he would go the same way. It had been his own pride that had led him here, he was so sure of himself until that tiny spark of doubt erupted and the thing leeched upon it and used it.
He gripped his head, the voice was becoming more insistent and the pain excruciating. Despite the pain in his head, he managed to stand up. The voice knew it had won and so retreated a little further back in his mind so that Harper’s vision cleared a little.
Yes..Hungry..Hurry.
Harper stumbled out into the bright day, knowing another nightmare was to begin.
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Death Has A Name
ParanormalChildren are being brutally murdered. There's no evidence to link the murders except the way in which they are found. The police are sure they are dealing with a psychotic serial killer, but one person knows it's much more than that. ************** ...
