“I can’t. No more.” Harper’s voice echoed back to him in the empty room. The thing although satiated was throwing him images of the last murder, pressing on him the joys of the kill.
“I can’t – I WONT!” He shouted, his head felt like it was about to explode as he dropped to his knees in agony.
You will. You are my vessel and will do as I command. You are nothing more than a snivelling boy. I want MORE!
Harper knew he was losing the battle, already he felt his soul tainted by the parasite. The images came again, thick and fast and Harper felt bile rise into his mouth. The girl, whose name he hadn’t known was silently screaming in his head, while he watched himself rip open her stomach with a knife. Plunging his hands into her stomach and pulling out what he could, shoving the warm mass into his mouth as he gorged on her insides all the while locked away in his own mind.
The ecstasy the thing felt was shared, but Harper was disgusted with himself despite knowing he wasn’t in control. He needed help before the thing took over entirely, he knew it would not be long before he was just a walking skin suit.
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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. ************** ...
