Caedmon Comma
My Son,
At night, I hear them whispering dark hushes amidst the shadows and the lies. They are the demon voices that have haunted me since the beginnings of my nights. Images of you and your mother and baby sister are thrust before my eyes and I am told...
"Corey, you have failed them all, failed them all..."
They start with whispers, and then crescendo into a clamor of shouted accusations. They are the voices of bony fingers, pointed in condemnation.
Their voices soon go raw. They need continual lubrication to continue their drivel. Yet, their thirst is only slated by our demise. Or, at least, our belief in our own demise.
Don't listen to them, son; don't listen to a word they say. By ignoring them, you will be brave - braver than your father ever was. For I listen to their dark hushes every night, while I sit in the shadows and the lies.
Dada
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