Malevolent

Would you who reads this understand these subtle truths? A house, located right in the slumheart of a populous city, a dozen people pass its wooden sight, a dog sleeps on its side, enjoying the warmth of the evening shade, yards away a score of children play on its filthy maw, their screams of puerile joy bounce against its claybrick walls and yet none are the wiser to the horror within.

For the walls are sentient, and their task simple;deafen the death-cries of a child as he is beaten by a remorseless thing, not entirely human by any stretch of the imagination.

Hold your unease my good friend, there is more to come.

A dozen houses away, a mother, frantic with the blank stare of the insane roams the twilight streets. An entity sits across her shoulders now, it grows larger with every murder she commits. She walks as if under a great weight, her mind is gone, and several souls trail in her wake. They see the thing that rides their slayer and wail for what must come.

A blight has crossed the desert wastes. A story of fields afire. Beware the nudge of impish notions, beware the deceitful pace.
A blight has crossed the northern heights. A tale of Kingdoms lost. Beware the path of evil’s flight, beware its placid grace.

FieldFire – J.R.Trollan