Let Me In

Let Me In

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Imagine sharing a body with a stranger. Imagine never having a private thought ever in your life. Sharing every part of you with another person. Meet Francis McIntosh; a host. Charismatic, charming and successful, his life looked perfect to everyone and even to himself. However, it was far from perfect because there was something sinister going on right in his own body. It was only when people around him started behaving erratically and dying that he began to dig deeper and uncover a profoundly disturbing truth about himself. *** "I'm scared, Uncle Francis." Little Sandy whimpered her little hand gripping mine. I gently stroked her hair with my free hand. "Sweet Sandy, there might be monsters under your bed. There might be monsters in your closet. There might even be a monster right here in your bed. " the child whimpered and inched closer to me. I leaned down and whispered to her "The real monsters lives inside you. It's the kind that will eat you from inside out until there's nothing of you left except darkness. This monster, sweetpea, you can't run away from. "
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The dates match. Everything added up. How could I not realize it? The bodies. The charges. The gossip. The rumours. The accuracy. The deaths. Every single body went missing. They were right, I should have listened. I knew something was weird, but not this bad. Church on Sundays, book club on Mondays, Bible study on Wednesdays, their kids' games on Tuesdays and Thursdays, Charity donations on Fridays, and dates on Saturdays. I guess its true what they say. The biggest monsters don't hide in the darkness of your closet. Instead, they smile in your face in broad daylight. The worst demons don't conceal themselves in your shadow. They thrive in the light. The darkest souls own the brightest smiles. A light so captive, you don't even realize they've gotten so close. Don't even realize when you've befriended them and their darkness has touched you. So, Sometimes, to find the ugliest monster, you have to look in the mirror. P.S, the tags should serve as a warning as well. This story is my own, which means I own the characters, plot, etc. However, I did get some inspiration from James Patterson's WOMEN'S MURDER CLUB, just with a slight twist ;)

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