Nightcrawler by J.D. Oliva

Author:J.D. Oliva
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: African American horror books, horror, horror crime books, horror detective books, best supernatural thrillers, supernatural serial killer books
Publisher: J.D. Oliva
Published: 2019-11-07T00:00:00+00:00

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Anderson stood over the body of the man he loved more than anything in the world. Part of him wanted to scream, but something else kept him silent and apathetic. He was still Brian Anderson, but at the same time something different. The world looked dreary; almost foggy. His mind waded through thoughts and memories that weren't his. Memories of countless murders. The faces blurred, but the memory of the action was there. Mark was one of them now.

Brian put his fingers on Mark's face. What he'd done didn't feel good. It was more of a reflex than anything. Like blinking. This is something he had to do now. Blinking wasn't accurate, though. That's more involuntary. You can't control blinking unless you think about it. What happened may better be described as a habit. Like brushing your teeth or drinking coffee. You could choose not to do it, but you feel gross or tired without them.

He certainly felt tired now. Like he hadn't slept in days. Or since he was in that laboratory Petrie dish so many years ago, which was strange because Brian Anderson, at 6'4", couldn't fit into a Petrie dish. And yet he saw it deep in his memory.

Brian looked back down on Mark's lifeless eyes. The carpet was a mess, and so were his clothes. He stood and walked into their bedroom with its attached master bath. He stripped off the bloody clothes and let them drop to the floor. He twisted the shower knob and hopped into the tub. Lukewarm water ran across his long limbs.

There was a time he would have worried about someone finding the body, but he abandoned those concerns long ago. Eventually, they'd find him, then he'd confess, and go off to prison for the rest of his life. No big deal. Then it would be time to move on to a new home. He had the chance to move to a new host a few nights earlier. Staying in one place for too long was difficult and getting tougher as the years went by. The bodies just weren't as strong as they once were.

Brian grabbed a bottle of Head and Shoulders and soaped up his short red hair. He almost had a different host, until that boy found him.

"Shane," Brian said as the water rolled across his face.

The boy's name was Christopher Shane. He knew that now. Christopher Shane saw the ovum when he tried to spawn. Creating the ovum and spawning was time-consuming and exhausting. Having to just leave one unfertilized was dangerous. They'd existed for almost seventy years without being discovered. Except for a few instances here and there, all of which were taken care of without incident. But none of them ever let someone who's seen the spawning get away.

Brian turned off the showerhead and grabbed a nearby towel. It smelled nice, like fabric softener. He dried off and took a look into the mirror, seeing a familiar face and form for the first time. He was tall and strong.

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