Damian

‘What the hell’s wrong with them?’ the Warden said, and the eight breathing prisoners backed further away.

The corridors were empty and they travelled unimpeded through the halls of the dead.

Despite death, his legs kicked again and he tore himself free of the ripping teeth that held him. He pulled his ruined arm back through the bars and gazed around the cell with unfocused eyes.

The lights in the sky did not die down, and the jail’s security staff clustered in the tower to watch the city burn.

They came when the sun dropped away. Swarms of them, massing in the back yard and taking over my world.

She smiled and asked if I’d ever been to a séance, which wasn’t quite where I’d expected the conversation to turn.

‘I knew it, I just fricken’ knew it,’ Ron muttered, and flicked on an additional bank of lights. The scene revealed itself, and his mouth gaped slightly in shock. The forest was walking again.

I can feel their thoughts. They reach out to me like ribbons of smoke and light, slowly gaining substance. I can hold them and feel them. As I caress them, I know them.