THE DEVIL (a post modern horror story)

while walking My dog I hear a scream. I look around and see something like white shadow moving away. It limps, stops, & glares at me, eyes all birds of paradise red, and laughs. It steals the air from my lungs and is gone.

I walk home, my skin tight, my heart beating too fast. Back home I convince myself that it was an aberration in my perception. I tell myself that such things don’t happen. My brain agrees with this, but my body trembles on.

Now I tremble fully knowing what I’ve heard. Whether it’s real or not doesn’t matter, this is my life now. Is it the result of some tear in the folds of my brain, compliments of explosions at Empire’s edge? Or is it something else?

Nelson Lowhim·
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