Jack

I felt the vomit gather in my throat and my stomach drop as my eyes met with his empty sockets. His face was the stitched together faces of all his past victims. The stitches at the corner of his mouth tore, filling his mouth with blood, as he opened his mouth. His mismatched teeth were awkwardly indented as if he hammered them in himself. A tattered tongue came out of his mouth, lubricating his fleshy lips with his warm blood. He was hungry and I was his prey...