Do you know what's it like to be face to face with it? To feel its cold breath blowing in your face? To know that you can not escape it's thirst for flesh?... No? Good, I hope me writing this will help you keep it that way as long as possible.
I won't tell you my real name, I won't tell you the names of others involved in this chaos, however, call me no.8.
It all started nine years ago, I just turned five. That night, my so called mother put me to bed early, my father and my sister didn't come home yet, it was already dark outside, plus a thunder so wasn't the most pleasant day of all however, my mother didn't looked worried, instead she looked like someone sucked the life out of her. In my bed, I was waiting until I could hear the click of …Read more >