Demons, Devils and Denizens of Hell 2 by P. Mattern

Author:P. Mattern
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror books, horror fiction, horror anthology, supernatural
Publisher: HellBound Books Publishing LLC
Published: 2017-10-24T16:00:00+00:00

"KILL THE CUNT."

The voice in my head was as loud and crystal clear as if its obnoxious, otherworldly creator was standing right next to me and yelling at the top of his lungs into my damned ear.

Ignoring the shouting voice that had somehow managed to set my ears ringing, I smiled sweetly at the bedraggled stranger who sat looking up hopefully at me from the trash-strewn gutter by my feet, dropped a fistful of loose change into his tattered McDonald's soda cup and wished him well.

"You're a scholar and a gentleman," the guy grinned up at me, proudly flashing the only three teeth that remained in his festering maw of a beard-covered mouth. "Thank you kindly, good sir, and have yourself a blessed day."

I nodded self-consciously, and cracked an inward smile at the vagrant's unintentional juxtaposition, although I was obviously the only one between the two of us who knew that I'd only dropped him a few quarters and dimes out of guilt at the thoughts that were echoing inside of my head like bat squeaks in a dark, dank cave.

Had I really been contemplating killing this wretch of a man, human detritus that he was? Had I just actually found myself considering ending his presumably miserable life just because I'd heard some nefarious voice telling me to?

Demanding.

Oblivious to my internal dilemma, the hobo wrested his grubby placard - written on the back of a stolen real estate sign in handwriting so neat as to be almost feminine - from beneath his sleeping mongrel dog and drew hard on the glowing nub of his cigarette.

In another time, another place, my compassion would have registered a big fat zero on the Compassion-ometer and I would have commented quite loudly to anyone who cared to listen that perhaps this guy - and thousands like him - would be in less dire straights financially if he ditched the pooch and quit fucking smoking himself to death.

But things were different now.

I gave the poor, grinning vagrant my sweetest grin and went on my way.

"Pussy!"

I really wish Dave would quit yelling at me like that.

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