Teaser - A New Breed of Human

A New Breed Of Human

With all of those screams around us, I remember the one woman who prayed to the old, long-dead god. I was so young, I didn't understand why she would pray when God was dead. All I knew was that I wasn't scared. Not of the spindles or the wisps.

That night, a spindle arm reached for me, across the over-strewn tables. The praying woman jumped forward and covered me with her body, repeating over and over one word. 

"Them, them, them-" she chanted in my ear, tears running streams through her dirty features. I don't remember my name now. The woman stopped with a loud gasp, her eyes rolling back into her skull. 

I happen to glance down, seeing terrible black talons milk blood from the woman's chest. The spindles only want blood. In that moment, all screams stopped. Not a sound echoed, even the wisps were quiet.

The woman's body grew limp as the spindle's great black arm retracted, taking it partway the corpse. I looked at the spindle's face, it's oval head cocked to the side at me. Tiny white dots for eyes bore into my very core.

Suddenly, it turned it's head and started it's jarring walk on all four gangly limbs, away from me. Silence was almost sickening as it disappeared from sight. I felt sleepy, so I yawned and curled up into a tight ball.

I fell asleep quick, no more spindles or wisps around.