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In the dark corners of ones mind, all shadows twist and turn as if part of a roller coaster. Knowing this, the only thing in his mind at this time, is his lust for the foul smell of rotting flesh. As the shadows dance in his head, he concentrates only on his shaking hands and his twitching nerves, knowing that for him to be able to carry on, he must feed. Not something he wishes to do, nor has the murderous intent to do, but he must. If not for his life, then for his ever changing, sanity.
As the crisp air of a winter nights rain, splashes a cold yet refreshing glaze upon the young girls cheek, she carries on down the road, making her way back to her apartment where her newborn and husband are waiting for her to come home from work. As she arrives at the doorstep to the large, but long since remodled apartment, a faint scream and cry are coming from a room on the upper floor of the run-down structure. Ignoring the fact that the landlord wasn't in his usual rocking chair by the door, she races towards the stairs....
I will write some more to this if it is wanted of me, but let me know what you think so far.
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