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Friday, 27th October 1961
It is with absolute certainty I inform you I am going to kill.
You may wonder who I am, but that should not be your first question. You should ask yourself whom I am going to kill. You should ask yourself: “Is it going to be me?”
Please. Make it stop! So many thoughts thunder against the inside of my skull. I hear them all. As if there are hundreds of them in there.
You go about your daily lives, oblivious to the torment of others. The torment I have endured, just to show you truth. Yet you spit it back in my faces with ingracious ingratitude. I am beyond you. You ought to worship at my feet. My only crime was to show you all there is to see, all there is to experience.
I hear the screams. My head pounds with them, like my skull will burst and my brains will spill out into this void of a world, the screams in their wake.
Oh, how sweet your blood will taste, licked from the blade that has violated you, entered your body and stolen from you like a thief in the night.
Hear my words. I am waiting for you.
For I am the harbinger of justice.
Monday, 30th October 1961
The time is almost upon us. I can feel it, trilling in the air – as if it be a sound, or something that can be touched, or tasted on your tongue; almost, but not quite, instead sensory at one remove. It renders all of those sensations so superficial. This speaks to a deeper sense. The druids knew it well, the power of the season. They knew to respect it. They knew to fear it.
I am amongst you all, and you shall repay me in blood. For that is the only way you can renew yourselves.
You did not heed my warning. So be it. Your mistake will be apparent when the streets run with blood.
I fear I cannot control what is coming…
Harbinger of Justice
Tuesday, 31st October 1961
Yet, I am not the raving lunatic you will imagine me to be.
I once thought in very much the same way as you. That to commit heinous crimes and cause harm to others, one must suffer a great calamity of mind, to be quite mad or lacking in something so as to make them less than human. Somehow monstrous. We are safe then, as normal people. Yet what if such acts are committed by neither animal nor monster? What if evil is simply banal, altogether human?
What if we are all murderers?
The greatest achievement of the Devil is to have convinced us he does not exist. Thus he operates in the shadows, pulling the levers on humanity’s compulsions. He is inside us all. The war is never over. But it is already lost.
The wind blows a gale, trees shaking loose the dead shells of their leaves with violence, shedding them as a snake does its skin, allowing death to reign triumphant. The scent of damp is on the air, cold fingers caressing your flesh, stinging your eyes, slipping beneath your clothes, beneath your skin. Tonight, we go hunting. For tonight is Hallowe’en.
Harbinger of Justice
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Pre-order now on Amazon for Kindle.
Don't miss the previous two stories in the series, available now:
✒ Will o' the Wisp
✒ The Jack O'Lantern Men
Friday, 27th October 1961
It is with absolute certainty I inform you I am going to kill.
You may wonder who I am, but that should not be your first question. You should ask yourself whom I am going to kill. You should ask yourself: “Is it going to be me?”
Please. Make it stop! So many thoughts thunder against the inside of my skull. I hear them all. As if there are hundreds of them in there.
You go about your daily lives, oblivious to the torment of others. The torment I have endured, just to show you truth. Yet you spit it back in my faces with ingracious ingratitude. I am beyond you. You ought to worship at my feet. My only crime was to show you all there is to see, all there is to experience.
I hear the screams. My head pounds with them, like my skull will burst and my brains will spill out into this void of a world, the screams in their wake.
Oh, how sweet your blood will taste, licked from the blade that has violated you, entered your body and stolen from you like a thief in the night.
Hear my words. I am waiting for you.
For I am the harbinger of justice.
Monday, 30th October 1961
The time is almost upon us. I can feel it, trilling in the air – as if it be a sound, or something that can be touched, or tasted on your tongue; almost, but not quite, instead sensory at one remove. It renders all of those sensations so superficial. This speaks to a deeper sense. The druids knew it well, the power of the season. They knew to respect it. They knew to fear it.
I am amongst you all, and you shall repay me in blood. For that is the only way you can renew yourselves.
You did not heed my warning. So be it. Your mistake will be apparent when the streets run with blood.
I fear I cannot control what is coming…
Harbinger of Justice
Tuesday, 31st October 1961
Yet, I am not the raving lunatic you will imagine me to be.
I once thought in very much the same way as you. That to commit heinous crimes and cause harm to others, one must suffer a great calamity of mind, to be quite mad or lacking in something so as to make them less than human. Somehow monstrous. We are safe then, as normal people. Yet what if such acts are committed by neither animal nor monster? What if evil is simply banal, altogether human?
What if we are all murderers?
The greatest achievement of the Devil is to have convinced us he does not exist. Thus he operates in the shadows, pulling the levers on humanity’s compulsions. He is inside us all. The war is never over. But it is already lost.
The wind blows a gale, trees shaking loose the dead shells of their leaves with violence, shedding them as a snake does its skin, allowing death to reign triumphant. The scent of damp is on the air, cold fingers caressing your flesh, stinging your eyes, slipping beneath your clothes, beneath your skin. Tonight, we go hunting. For tonight is Hallowe’en.
Harbinger of Justice
___
Pre-order now on Amazon for Kindle.
Don't miss the previous two stories in the series, available now:
✒ Will o' the Wisp
✒ The Jack O'Lantern Men
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