She travelled through the air like a swarm of flies, thrumming and flickering and heading straight for the freshest meat. At first we were all horrified, terrified and fleeing for the proverbial hills in the hopes that she would just latch onto someone and kill them but she didn't.
The girl herself was fairly harmless and the worst she did was hold your hand and stare up at you with the eyes she no longer had. It was disconcerting and a little gross but eventually she'd let go and leave just as suddenly as she appeared and all you had to show for it was the lingering feeling that you'd just lost your child.
Nobody recognised her, or if they did they were keeping that to themselves. She didn't match any of the photos of missing children from the county or even the country. She was a little mystery that left you with more than just a little heartache.
It was only after the eighth death that we connected the dots and realised that she wasn't killing anyone. She might not even know she was doing it but she was leaving everyone she touched with a mark on their bones that set them up as a target for something much bigger, much older and much hungrier than her.
We called it her dog but nobody knew what shape it actually was. The closest anyone's ever come to seeing it are brief glimpses caught on CCTV, an alleged photo from a victim, little flickers of fur and scales in the corner of your eyes before someone collapses into a pile of their own blood and intestines.
Nobody has the heart to stop her - who could turn away a small child asking to hold your hand?
The girl herself was fairly harmless and the worst she did was hold your hand and stare up at you with the eyes she no longer had. It was disconcerting and a little gross but eventually she'd let go and leave just as suddenly as she appeared and all you had to show for it was the lingering feeling that you'd just lost your child.
Nobody recognised her, or if they did they were keeping that to themselves. She didn't match any of the photos of missing children from the county or even the country. She was a little mystery that left you with more than just a little heartache.
It was only after the eighth death that we connected the dots and realised that she wasn't killing anyone. She might not even know she was doing it but she was leaving everyone she touched with a mark on their bones that set them up as a target for something much bigger, much older and much hungrier than her.
We called it her dog but nobody knew what shape it actually was. The closest anyone's ever come to seeing it are brief glimpses caught on CCTV, an alleged photo from a victim, little flickers of fur and scales in the corner of your eyes before someone collapses into a pile of their own blood and intestines.
Nobody has the heart to stop her - who could turn away a small child asking to hold your hand?
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