Day 65

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.

Day 64

Somewhere a woman sits in a hotel room with one light on.
Somewhere this woman is transfixed by the light.
She reaches towards it, unsure why.
Her hand touches the warm fabric.

She stays like this for some time.
She feels like the warmth is holding her hand.
Something is holding her hand.
Something wet and grasping is holding her hand.

She tries not to look but the thing begins to squeeze.
Frantically trying to pull her hand away she sees exactly what is holding her.
It is a white hand covered in blood, she doesn't see the rest of the figure.
She does see a trail of viscera leading to the front door.

The hand pulls her to her feet, seemingly leading her somewhere.
Along the trail of blood and organs, out of the front door and to the stairs.
She is practically being lifted by the dripping hand.
It takes her to the top floor.

The door of the roof is open.
The blood trail has grown much thicker than it was in her room.
There are whole body parts littered about now, ranging in size and colour.
It takes her to the water tank, dragging her up the ladder.

There is a hatch leading inside of the water tank.
The hand now lets go, motioning at the woman to open the hatch.
Fearing for her life the woman obeys.
The hatch shrieks open on rusted hinges.

The last thing she sees is a grinning white face.
It is whole now.

Day 62

You don't notice much.
For instance you didn't notice when the pavement beneath you
stopped being concrete and started being children's bones.
You didn't notice their tiny arms reaching towards you.

You noticed when they began to drag you down.
You noticed you weren't on a street any more.
You noticed you were very, very alone.

Their small hands are so sharp, you feel them digging into
your flesh and tearing at your legs.
You wonder how long it will take you to die from this.
You don't have to wonder for long.

Day 61

Why won't they talk to me?
I'm right here now.
They've been looking for me for so long and I finally found them.
But they haven't found me, I'm still buried.
Well, partially buried... They dug the grave too shallow.
Most of me is still there, not my heart though.
They carved that out and took it with them.
That much I remember.

I think about my death a lot; still can't figure out why They chose me.
There's not much else to do now but wait for my family to finally find me.
Sometimes someone will look right at me you know.
Sometimes I follow my friends for days.
I never really knew them, did I?

Day 60

Listen to the rain.
Hear it speak slowly.
What does it say?
It says your name.

With each drop your name tumbles out.
Like laughter from dying lips, it murmurs.
You feel drawn to it somehow.
Walking towards the calling, your pace quickens.

You end up at a large puddle in an unfamiliar street.
The water is crystal clear.
You see a reflection.
It isn't yours.

The face grins too widely and moves towards you.

Day 59

What a wonderful smile you have.
And my, what nice teeth you have.
So many teeth, and so large too.
So well organised, first by species and then by size.
Your cabinets are simply brimming with glistening little treasures.
Well not glistening so much as oozing, maybe dripping it a better word?
They certainly are blood soaked!

May I see the rest of them?

Day 58

Look for people with lifeless eyes.
Look for people with hopeless faces.
Look for people who smell like ozone and ocean.

Then kill them.
They are soulless beings whose only purpose is to ruin.
You may have heard of more famous people who lacked
a soul - we know them as histories' greatest murderers.

Even though no-one can agree on what a soul does, we
all know what happens without it.

So when you see someone with lifeless eyes, a hopeless
face becoming for aid with the scent of ozone and ocean
permeating the air - kill.

Kill without mercy, before they do.