The Evil Returns...

In the cold ill of night, death is always just one tragic breath away. Terence came to Louisiana a mere a week, and three hours ago, and yet he may end up  regretting it before the next  crisp flush of wind passes.    
   
Shadows pass,  like judgement upon a condemned community, a clear sign, Terence is feeling the angst he thought he had ran far enough to escape. As Deep    
in the ruined recesses of his thoughts, a thirst reawakens.  
   
He slinks into the shallow cover  
of a pair of parked cars. An unsuspecting couple ramble on  
about whose turn it is to pick the  
night's entertainment, when within  
a hair's breathe of a second, they  
are hurdled into the Devil's playground. Less than five minutes later, they've become a grotesque mural on the concrete, bones and flesh, rearranged, undefinable in terms sanity could hope to muster.  
   
Not more than two hours later,  
Terence has encountered yet  
another victim...this one, a boy  
barely able to piss straight...  
he's left his mortal confines  
having seen pure evil as his    
lasting vision. Terence wipes the  
traces of sinewy muscle and blood  
from his mouth, inhales the fresh  
odor of silence, and moves on.  
   
This night, October 31st...  
the  location a non-descript    Town, in the backwoods of Louisiana, the population quite suddenly dwindles at a morbidly rapid pace, when The Evil comes calling.


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