The Frightnotizer

A silence world and yet so unbearably loud. Can you not hear them? Their shrieks? They are the creatures of fire, they come out at night. They lived with us since the beginning. For most unseen, for some to witness. Forgotten things. Things, for them left behind before they went away. And they pick up the shards and retell. Hands crossed the mind, that is how they whisper. And then it unfolds, the eyes bleed and the pain shatters the bones...