No Home For Monsters
Have you ever felt the world press down on you, so heavy, so absolute, that you weren’t sure if you were breathing anymore?
Have you ever woken up and felt the air wasn’t right, that something was in the walls, watching, waiting? Have you ever set something in motion and known, with absolute certainty, that you could never take it back?
The match flares. The blood drips. The body gives. The ritual is complete.
And something—someone—answers.
A thing that should not be. A thing that should not have heard her. A thing that is here now, breathing, waiting, smiling.
She has always been alone. But not anymore.
Not anymore.