Behind The Searcher

A brittle snapping sound floated to my ears, sending shivers of anticipation down my ancient spine. I drifted down the motel’s frigid concrete steps. They were crumbling in places, the steel bars jutting out like a bone of a severed arm, and a spattering of dusty blood accompanied it. Peering around the corner, I knew my search was complete. I had found it. Suffering.

Let the games begin…