His hands were shaking, he knew he was losing his grip. It was now a battle of wills and Harper was steadily losing his place in his own body. The pain in his head was never ending, the demon’s will was out stripping the last vestiges of his own humanity.
He was aware that his own legs had carried him here, and now that it was so close to its final meal and to a life of freedom there was almost no stopping it. The hunger was constant now, the children it had consumed only burned the fire that much more.
The place stank of desperation, of dreams lost. Burnt out cars where ten a penny here and the demon knew this would be where it found its freedom – deep within the belly of human degradation.
Harper’s legs carried him forward.
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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. ************** ...
