Baby Of The Dead

    Present Day. October 22, 2017. Winchester.A day ago. HOOT HOOTThe constant call of the black owl on the zenith branch of the hickory rang through the substratosphere, lending the whooshing winds some rhythm to play upon. The thickness of the gloom sweeping past the night, leeched off the writhing body of dark clouds in the sky. A cone-like dark cloud drifted by, and shielded the splattered orange silhouette of the moon staking its lofty claim. The lunar moon!Few metres away from the thick, dark forest was an assembly of tombstones, a cemetery. And out of the forest crawled a large winged snake, eyes toned red, towards the cemetery. Slithering cum hissing. The slithering snake seemed to have a motive as its red eyes sent a one metre shade of red light at its front, leading it to the direction it craved. The scaly but sticky body tossing to'n'fro to dark wants of the eyes. Gentle breeze crashed a

      A week Later. A worksite. "Just this one last time and I wouldn't pick up your calls, unless it's a call for your funeral."The last of the men shot at the scanty bearded. It's been over a week now and work had brought them together again. "But you'll answer the call won't you? The call of a corpse?"The scanty bearded laughed to his own joke, fixing the long iron pipe in the wall. The person he was addressing was behind the other wall. "Why me? I bet you had no guts to call Jacob. It's been all mouth, hasn't it?"He teased the scanty bearded, who pushed the pipe deliberately and almost pierced the chest of the fellow with the edge. "Lucky you. I should gut your throat. Jacob holds no place around me anymore. That coward."The other fellow was quick to toss the odds behind as they moved to the other hole in the wall, few steps ahead. They only had three more to go. "What

       Detroit. Michigan. A Highschool.~History Class~"What happens when you come to the realization of a disturbing fact you've never thought possible. Things you only see in the movies."The substitute history teacher started. The tempo of his voice at the average, his eyes picking one student to drop on another. His beards scanty, full moustache, child's face but stern stare. "Like our substitute teacher walking on his head?"One of the male students made a joke and the rest of the class laughed. He seemed popular enough to weigh the interest of all. The substitute teacher smiled too and added,"Or a two faced man like Edward Mordrake.""Gross!"A blonde ughed. She looked 16 like several other 11th grade students in the classroom. "But not for Evelyn."The troublemaker called again, looking in the direction of a shy nerdy girl seated at the extreme end of the class

     Two days later. A Cathedral. ~Father Beocca~"And so does time go by and by, yet those who had been liquefied by lust and flesh finds their paths no more. All they do is fill in the empty barrel till it's overflowing. And when it overflows continuously, it becomes a rill of sin. Just a gaunt path of desires. Yet, if the sinner persists in this sin, the rill becomes a lake, then a river, then an ocean. In which the poor lost soul drowns."Father Beocca took a pause. He was the priest in charge of the only Catholic in the area. The St. Agnus, Memorial Cathedral. Three miles away from Iseult's place.He was dressed in a long black robe with a white collar fixed into the two openings of the robe at the neck region. He has a smooth face, young, 5"8.His eyes were keen on the thick young lady, who's dressed in a red skimpy gown which canvassed the swell of her hips, her fresh thighs and fair cleavages. Her busts handful. Read more