Literature
Something Wicked prt 2
For so long he had haunted this place. Hidden and confined within its dark bleak walls.
So far away from the comforts of company, so far away from the comfort that anything could give. But it wasn't as if he didn't deserve this end. After all, he was a cold-blooded murderer, a bloodthirsty fiend who was the executioner of many young men and women over the course of the centuries.
Pale eyes stared ahead as a shadow crept from beneath the doorway, then came the rattling of keys, and a platter was slid across the floor stopping at his feet.
He sneered wide enough to show his sharp fangs as he looked over the dead rat. They preferred not t