The green latex image of a rotting skull hung tightly to Frank Graham’s skin, his face a long since forgotten memory. A trickle of blood escaped from his dehydrated lips, a sign of organ failure and internal bleeding. There appeared no intake of oxygen, no rise and fall of inflating lungs. Inside the mask, two black pits hid demonic eyes, cold, merciless eyes, clamped shut. Until a flicker, a single twitch, steadily, gradually...
When entering his domain, you will discover
He is beyond a man
He is beyond a monster
He is the darkness that exists in the darkest recesses of the mind
A corrupted psyche
A sickened soul.
You will not see him
You will not hear him.
But he knows you’re there
And he will find you.
To the left, the beast groaned as he turned his back to the torturous proceedings. From the rear, it appeared even larger for some reason. His hulking frame covered in grey tattered clothing con ........
The child fumbled; panic stricken. His hands clinging to cold crumbling plaster, footsteps placed carefully as to cause no noise. A hiding place was essential, a cupboard or container, anywhere ........
The age-old question, can a person really be born evil? Was it nature or nurture that formed the creation of this ruthless psychopath, the beast now inhabiting the abandoned railway station on t ........
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