Demons come in different forms. Mine looked like a swarm of bats, beating into my mind like a screeching wave from Hell. As a child, I had nightmares about those bats, night after night, forcing their way into my head. I always woke up screaming. Those dreams stopped, sometime around my seventh birthday. As I grew older, the memory of my demons faded like shadows dissolving into the morning sunlight.
|Abby's Darkness (A Short Story) by D.L. Gabriel|