Episode 9

Henry's POV

Another morning came, but it didn't seem fresh to me, rather, it felt worse compared to when I poured my frustration at that cursed child, Dina. Watching her giggle while walking with both legs spread as if ready to urinate, I couldn't hide the rage of the likes of her, giggling after wrecking my life from the second she sneezed death off her decayed, little body.

"What's going on?" My wide eyes followed other pairs straight into the grumbling sky shooting balls upon balls of thunder.

The rumbling was thick enough to shake the ground and crumble houses. When we thought we'd seen enough, a strong wind swirled around Dina's body as she wailed.

"We should get our daughter out of there, Henry, she's awake!"

"I have no daughter that would grow back a decayed skin after being dead for days."

Margret's soft spots had always brought problems into her life and had come between our marriage far too many times. That day was the third day after Dina died and laid out to rot away befor