Prologue
The tapping. It was always the tapping. The tapping on the walls. The tapping on the ceiling. The tapping from under the floor. The tapping was what made my mother lose her mind. And now...now I was hearing it.
I would like to think that the tapping are spirits back from the dead to help me with my life. To help me survive.
But realistically, they are demons. Not big scary demons that haunt the closets of five year olds, but the demons that are a part of a horrible world.
The demons are people. The demons are the people who hide in the shadows and kill people for their own glory. The people who look for the weak, and bully. The people who do not know when to stop.
The demons are us. The demons will be the destruction of this world. The destruction of every world. The destruction of all civilization, until people we know today will be a part of a race of people-like-demons that are going to strip a body of every confidence someone has and will kill them.
Maybe not physically kill them, but emotionally kill them--mentally kill them. They will strip the human race of people as we know it, until it is a race of demons scrounging for some strips of confidence.
The tapping is what started this mess. And the tapping will be the end of civilization if someone does not stop it.
