This was good, Robbie. It was good. But you’re destined for great things. Children. All the little children. Innocent little children. You must do this to children. The voice in his head didn’t sound like his. It switched tone and tempo, going from high-pitched to baritone between words. Tensely, Robbie rubbed his sticky hands together. “Who are you?” Robbie asked the empty room. There was no answer.
