Some people never realise the impact their words have on others.
Some people believe they are always correct.
This is about one of those people.
He thought himself to be the smartest in his family,
the most successful and most important.
He was unaware that his family loathed him for this.
Their hatred for him grew and grew until it gained sentience.
Its skin the texture of congealed meat, its hunger insatiable.
It waited in the darkest corners of the home, the occupants
all unaware of its existence, and waited.
It waited for years, feeding from the families' hatred til it grew
too big to remain unseen.
Then it struck.
It tore the family limb from limb and bathed in their blood and
tears.
It painted the walls with their visceral remains, writing their
deepest, darkest thoughts for all to see.
Then it found him.
The house was described as one of the most brutal homicides
in the history of their country.
And it was just the beginning of something far worse.
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