The crowd is moving away now. I don’t like it when they all gather like that; they make such a noise. I’ll just watch and wait, soon it will be all quiet again. Apart from the wriggler, that is.
Why do they hang them from the trees like that? Oh, I’m not complaining, but it makes no sense to me at all. I can understand hanging the old ones, and maybe some of the rotten ones too, but this one looks quite young and healthy. He will taste good, I’m sure of that.
The murderin’s done, all that’s left to do now is dispose of the body.
How did it get to this? We were so happy together. Okay, not Hollywood fairytale happy, but we had our moments. Ten years of precious time shared, and not once did I stray, not once did I turn my head in another girls direction. I thought the same was true for her too… How bloody stupid I was. And not just once either, but four times. Four times!
It waits within the shadows, poised with potent poisons. The thing has no physical body to manipulate the world around it, but it does have a mind; a festering, seething, pus-laden boil of a mind, which it uses to persuade and cajole the weak into doing its bidding. It has been called many things over the millennia, but all are encompassed by the simple yet provocative appellation of demon. Ever since man wiped the mud from his eyes and had the wherewithal to consider his purpose in the world, the thing has been breathing its venom into his ears, invoking pain with naught but a whisper.