I died today. I could still feel the cold touch of the steel under my chin. Hot blood dripping onto my open eye from the body hanging above. Odd, I felt alive though I new I was dead. That thing had killed me, me and my friend. The shrouded figure was cloaked in a wispy material as if it was incorporeal, tall, long, and bony. It hunched over my dead body sucking at the blood that still oozed from my neck. Oh I could feel its lips, its teeth against my skin, my life seeming to flow directly into the creature.

It turned away from my corpse looking at me, blood dribbling from its lower lip. “Hello again,” it rasped, eyes veiled, “I can’t wait to spend all of damnation with you.”