“Squeak” “Hiss” Feeling something pressing down on the foot of the bed and then hearing a squeak, then a hiss, I quickly open my eyes to see her standing there.  I really can’t tell if I am dreaming or not, so when I sit up and climb out of bed, I am not surprised when she is gone.  She simply has vanished into thin air. The only thing left when I look down at the bed is a long strand of her blazing red hair.  Picking it up carefully, I take it over to the light and inspect it.  At first glance, it seems perfectly normal, but when I bring it closer to my face, I decide that it looks strangely alien or even worse like it is fake.  If feels strange too, because it looks smooth, but the outside feels like sandpaper.  When I bend it, I am sure it would snap, but instead all it does is stretch and then bounce back as soon as I release the end.  Confused by this whole thing, I bring it up to my nose and take a whiff before

Waking up this morning with sleep in my eyes, I wipe them clean with the cuff of my sleave and then climb out of bed.  Before standing up, I scan the room for any gifts “she” may have left me last night.  As I think back to yesterday, I note it was such a strange day, that I had a hard time sleeping all last night. That is really saying something, considering every day for me is stranger than for most.  If I stop to really think about it, I might go insane just by all the nightmarish fueled images that run through my head.  Some days I just wish that this had never happened.  Others, I look forward to the moment when I get to lop off “her” head.  While shrugging my shoulders, I murmur under my breath, “Maybe today will be a good day, who knows?” Ignoring the constant dripping of the sink in the little kitchenette, I walk past and into the bathroom before settling down on the toilet.  Feeling something strange is about to hap

Driving into Mount Vernon, I remember from high school when I learned that this is the home to George Washington’s estate.  It is a beautiful town with a down home feel.  Yet, there is something off about it.Everywhere I look, I notice that the people are all taking their time, walking along slowly.  No one seems to be in a hurry to go anywhere and the strangest thing of all, is that they all look like they stepped right out of a 1930’s movie.  It makes me wonder if there is something else going on here besides an appearance of “her” two days ago. I had been contacted by the leader of Luminous at the same time as she had last struck.  Is this coincidence or are they trying to throw me off her scent?  Why would they want her to keep going? It has been 5 years since I started this whole thing and yet I don’t seem to be any closer to stopping her than I was when I first started.  Shaking

After being chased by representatives of the Luminous order, I decide that I need to hide out for a while in a little town called Jemez Springs.  Walking through town, I must wonder if the reason why “she” picked this town this time around to attack, is because it is so old.  I believe when I looked it up on the search engine, it said it dates back to 2500 B.C. Perhaps there is something here that reminds her of the past when it was so much easier to steal people’s souls and they bowed down to creatures like her.  However, no one believes in monsters anymore unless they see them in person.  It’s amazing. Looking around at the mission and the historic sites, I stare at the people going by.  They have absolutely no clue that a real-life soul eater had been in their presence just a few short days before.  Matter of fact, I kind of hope that she is still hanging around this place so I can catch her in the act.  As I watch the su

I have never been happier to hear that hissing sound, then I am now.  “What in the hell?” I hear the bigger man yell just before he is picked up and thrown across the room. Just in time to see him launch across the room and hit the wall with a sickening thud of bone and flesh, I open my eyes and smile because “she” is here to save me once again.  This cat and mouse game has gotten out of hand, but for some reason I always feel like she has my back or at least wants to keep the game going.  If I am dead, she can’t play, can she? Seeing her so effortlessly pick him up, reminds me of how powerful she is.  Then she swipes her claws across the smaller man’s throat and bright red blood sprays everywhere as his throat opens for everyone to see.  Chunks of flesh mixed with blood spray too and then he falls to the floor while still quivering.  It is truly a shame to think that these two had just been on the verge of beating the shit out of me.