mary had a little lamb
its heart was black as coal
One by one they vanished, leaving one left. The one that hid in the shadows; a terrible place to be, truly. What easy pickings these would be.
But then a voice spoke, and the creatures were able to triangulate roughly where Sam was based on his voice. Not precisely, but close.
"Can we speak?" Laughter like brittle sinew snaps around the trio. "Yes but why would we? We care not for those names."
But then a voice spoke, and the creatures were able to triangulate roughly where Sam was based on his voice. Not precisely, but close.
"Can we speak?" Laughter like brittle sinew snaps around the trio. "Yes but why would we? We care not for those names."
it crept into her room one night
and ate her fucking soul
LONGNiGht
