
Reflections in windows tease and haunt, showing what was, and what is no longer.
Demons, creatures, faces and things of terror live in almost everything.
It reflects her suffering, an enticing apparition. … begging for release.
My father told me they did ‘things’ to bad people on The Hill and I should stay away from there.
Their faces turn up, beseeching. I watch as they enter my opening maw.
Dark shadows of night interpose, greedily they suck the last drop of day.
Nothing will deny sky from its horizon.
Fingers clutch at the crumbling windowsill.
A picture forms in the panes of glass as it does every day before dusk becomes night.
I’ve realized that the window shows the truth. It only shows pain.
It was one of the few that still had glass in the barren building.
The writers for Pen of the Damned:
Jon Olson Zack Kullis Magenta Nero Craig McGray Nina…
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