Wraith in Ashes

around ,sliding from him and in to homes,as door steps were crossed the houses started deteriorating .The peaceful night of slumber

turned in to gasps of pain as the monster slipped from bed to bed plucking souls consuming them greedily.

Some woke but he left them for the weary end as his shadow smoke tendrils spread like a plague.It was a sick and twisted game.

For them ,the monster and Sax the fear of souls had an almost giddy sent arousing even ,as humans woke not knowing what was

in there beds with them. Some screamed and pleaded most ended soiling them self's,the monster thought it has been long enough

the modern world forgot what true fear was ,and they needed to be reminded that when push came to shove they were lower then animals ,

simple minded toys ,food and the monster was hungry so hungry it did not discriminate young from old ,infant from elderly ,

and by morning light hundreds ,no thousands will be feast up on,and laid to rest in

there ashen graves never to find peace.Never to move on ,to taste rebirth or heaven.

The night above if possible has darkened the air cooled to freezing point as the heavy sent of vanilla spread around painting

a picture of true found horror.With the neighborhood gone the monster growing in size and power,