Demonic Beings

Prologue:

The walls are spattered with blood

The floor is spattered with blood

The room is spattered with blood

And in the middle, lies a corpse spattered with blood.

Chapter One:

It had been a couple of months since the gruesome murder of Chantel William and yet the horror haunted him still. No one could ever imagine the repulsion he had felt as he had walked into the blood covered room which contained the dead body of a 14yr old girl who had suffered the most terrible of deaths. The flesh of the poor girl had been ripped off her fragile remains, revealing her bones underneath. She had been covered in shockingly crimson blood, and dark bruising was clearly visible all over the disturbing shell of the frail dead body.

The sight of it had made him want to retch, and only his guilt and sense of humanity could ever have managed to make him go in there. He had attempted to relent despite knowing that this was his job. He now felt ashamed of himself. While the case before him was definitely one that he would never have dreamed of getting involved in, it was, nevertheless, a detective’s profession to handle critical circumstances such as these. Especially as a young girl had died on his account. Particularly he had watched the young girl die on his account. And that he had done nothing about it. Nothing. Not at all. He had just watched. Nothing else. He had encountered the murder of a teenage girl, and had simply let it happen.

He had fought to stay calm, assuring himself that it was just a coincidence that hers was the fourteenth post - kidnap murder in two years. That the aftermath of the assault of all the massacres had been exactly the same as the one he himself had been pr...

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...him. He would never escape.

Then suddenly, the feeling of panic was gone. He whipped his head around to see what had become of the ghosts. There was nothing there.

People shot him curious looks, as he made his way back home, but he was lost in his own terrible thoughts, and ignored them. Right now, nothing could hack into his reflections, nobody could bring him out of his contemplations.

He’d had a lucky escape. But he knew this was not over. The creatures would come back for him.

And there was nothing that he could do about it.

Chapter 3:

There were five weeks between now and the dreadful incident involving the corpses in the high street, but he could still not put it out of his mind. The creatures had wanted to kill him. He had seen it in their eyes. So why had they gone?

Something must have stopped them. But what?

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