Walkin Killingsssss Pt. Ssssseven

Sibilance Continues.

Now, I know that a very few, select members of the Mighty TDC continue to follow along this path, and that’s cool.

For the rest of you, we are about to delve into some evil.

Thank you, my friend, for your pursuit, and perhaps, enjoyment of this sordid tale.

You will not be let down.  Redemption is at the end, but we will have to dig our way out of the dirt, so that we will see sunshine once again.  

The ride is the best part, riiiight?.

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The One Eyed Man awoke with his arms tied behind his chair.  An ampoule of naphthalene (smelling salts) waved to and fro beneath his nose, as much as he could tell from the use of his one remaining eye.

He smelled burnt flesh.

It smelled like someone had torched a cat in his head.

The ampoule of naphtha went into his empty eyehole socket, between the lids, and he saw again.

He saw white hot pain.

He passed back out.

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Here, we depart from the physical torture of the One Eyed Man, and on to the mental torture of a young man about to be released from prison.

His name was Bryan, and he simply

Could

Not

Sleep.

The air in the prison cell grew cold.

Bryan did not sleep at all, and from under the cover of his wool blanket, he heard a ssssilky sssibilance.

She whissspered, “There isss sssomething that you ssshould know….”

Bryan felt the shivers.   He was done.  He didn’t want to engage with the ghost.

But you know, he would have no choice.

Sssee you on the weekend, for the ressst of thisss ssstory.

The ghost was pissed, you see.

God Help You.

God Help Usss All.

---williesss out.

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