Devourer of Souls
I had no idea how deep the pond was (the crazy, insane idea that it was bottomless flitted through my head,) but it didn’t seem nearly big enough to hold all those frogs .
Then Jake screamed.
High and shrill, and it wasn’t the scream of someone scared during a movie, or someone riding the water tubes over at Water Safari in Old Forge, or even the scream of someone afraid for their life. It was the scream of someone losing their mind. Somewhere in a primitive corner of my being, I knew that scream came from a mind that had shattered into a senseless ruin.
I’m not proud of what I did next.
Because it made me the man I am today.
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