Nightmarish Reality (Preview) - Ch 22
PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, CHAPTERS
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The Watcher
A thunderous crash echoed in a room. He watched the screen in horror. A man with long hair, dressed in a black suit and black tie, threw a temper tantrum. Fine crystal Chinaware, wine glasses, marble sculptures, and painted vases flew across the room. His most prized possessions smashed against the wall.
The images made his blood boil with fury. He saw the boy and the old black man in the park just moments ago. He saw them sitting under Old Bridget talking about the Holy Bible; he knew that old man would be a nuisance. He bit down on his lip until it bled. The man with dark eyes and smooth skin never witnessed such a display of love and affection.
Disgusting! he thought.
He destroyed the dining hall in minutes: the cherry oak tables, the crystal chandeliers, the candlesticks, the paintings, and the velvet chairs were shattered to pieces. His two younger brothers watched him in silence; one was in a white suit, another wore an emerald outfit that had frills and cufflinks with the initials I.C.
The men avoided the incoming assaults, keeping their mouths shut; they watched their older brother pound his fist against the walls. Large holes decorated the crimson wallpaper. His eyes were filled with tears of blood; it trickled down his beautiful face. He leaned against the wall and ripped open his suit.
Using his nails, he pierced his own flesh, puncturing his chest and arms. Blood struck the walls. The man slumped to the floor in pure agony. His brothers kept hidden in the shadows, too afraid to approach him, for it was safer to stay out of the way.
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Chapter 18 - A Streak Of Green
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