You’ve returned? I assumed your last encounter with this blog would have been too mentally damaging for further review. You see, I weave these words with sacred geometry, and on occasion, the pattern that your eyes trail could open a summoning force for something wicked to gain entry into our world.
So be careful as you read! No crazy eye dancing, okay?
Here’s a preview of my newest book coming February 13th, The Wicked Ones: Children of the Lost.
While Witch Hunter: Into the Outside was humorous, The Wicked Ones: Children of the Lost is a straight horror novel. Be prepared for that as you enter my friends!
Now, without further interruption, I introduce you to the pale man.
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A dead man’s stink crept up from the back seat of the car. It clung to clothing, seeped out through open windows and pierced the senses of those nearby. A cheerful whistle in the air said the pale man wasn’t concerned about the smell; rather it brought a tune to his lips. His feet were propped up on the dashboard as he enjoyed the glowing lights of New Athens.
“You know what I like about small cities?” he asked the dead man. “They just fit so comfortably, don’t they?”
“He can’t hear you,” came a childish voice, as fingers dug at the dead man’s flesh. “He’s dead!”
“Heh, heh, heh. I always find the dead are the best listeners.”
A thing prowled around in the darkness between the trees, snorting, followed by a low growl.
“Looks like we have company,” the pale man said with a thin, gray-lipped grin toward the dead. He stretched up to his feet and stepped from the car, wiping a long, stringy strand of hair from his face and leaving the car door hanging open in the cool night air.
“Oh boy, oh boy! Does that mean I can see my family now?” The creature in the back seat climbed out through the window and hopped to the ground, barely able to contain its excitement.
“I think it does.” The pale man patted the creature’s raw, bald head. “You were always my favorite.”
It looked up to him and smiled with a mouth full of needle teeth and pinkish, rubbery gums laced with purple veins.
The thing from the woods stalked out, heavy and large, a nightmare given form. It used its arms like an extra set of legs, and its neck snaked out several feet. It dropped large chunks of mauled meat into the grass before the pale man, a gift of submission to a greater beast. The meat was so torn and violated that it gave no hint to what it once had been.
Without hesitation, the small child leapt at the offering, tearing meat from bone with its pointed teeth. Nearly a half-dozen sets of eyes opened in the darkness, and their hungry mouths followed the scent of meat. The pale man took one last deep breath as he looked out over the city.
“Great city.” His grin stretched even farther. “I think I’ll take it.”
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