And still the music spun, whirled, dived and eddied, faster, always faster, until I heard her speak.
Her skull was still pressed against mine when its jaw moved and her words rasped harshly, hellish and guttural:
"Dance. With me. Dance with me forever."
Her breath as it passed over my face felt like rough cloth, rough cloth with a stench of rotting flesh so strong I tasted it and retched.
"Dance with me. Forever."
And in that moment, everything became silence.
I knew then I feared not only for my life. I feared also for my God-given soul.
Christopher 5 months ago
Someone get this man a crucifix or holy water or something!
Drew Martyn 5 months ago
He definitely needs something. A helicopter out of there would be handy :)
Neville Hunt 4 months ago
Seems like a nice girl!
Drew Martyn 4 months ago
Wouldn't it be funny if you took HER home to meet the family?