Haunter
“And this is what he would look like for you if he could.”
I saw the next picture and laughed heartedly, because it was a white fluffy poodle.
We sat on the fallen tree I’d officially declared my bench, a few steps away from the water, and lingered there, talking. I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes.
Bab Populer