Prolouge

The woman in grey stood from around the corner and listened to the little girl stir in her sleep. She was troubled in that little brown head of hers. This one will taste just lovely, just lovely. I can feel her potential and oh, the possibility of fears she will have oh yes, oh yes. Fear radiates through her bones. I can feel the coldness of it in her soul, in her very soul! Now we can prepare for the reap. Yes, yes. Let’s prepare for the day of reaping, oh, yes, let’s prepare. And then the harvesting, ohhoho, yes, I love the harvesting! Years we will wait. Years we will follow and stalk and modify her to our liking. Her purpose will be to die. Memento mori, little one.

Reviews

[Zoë]

If you're going for a creepy vibe right off the bat, you nailed it. I am impressed, intrigued, and thoroughly creeped out. So good job, I can't wait to see what comes next!