But this was no ghost, no, this was a man of flesh and sweat. With hands weary from his cleaver and his menacing grin set on his face. The stale scent of piss his favourite odour and brown stains of blood decorating his apron. I could only guess if it was man or beast who bled out under his sadistic eye. It didn’t matter, they were all equal to him. All scum.
Scars that only ached during the worst of nightmares twinged as they set my back on fire. The same fire I had been running from for so many years. The bear of a man gave me a toothy grin, his teeth yellow from decay, his dentures as rotten as his soul.
Why was he here? How did he find me? Where was Danny? Was she safe?
He swung up the cleaver he carried around and the glint scattered goosebumps all over my arms.
I was scared. No,
