The Killer Within

I can feel it rising up inside me, the old urge. For years it has been silent and lain dormant but something has awoken it. Something deep and aching has disturbed the slumber of my dark secret. My stomach trembles- quivers with anticipation. It lets out a low snarl. My head spins. When I get up from my chair I feel woozy and lightheaded, a sure sign of the horror to come. My hands grow clammy and my vision blurs ever so slightly. I won’t be able to concentrate until I satisfy the carnal beast. Tonight I will kill again.

Oh wait, I think I might just be hungry. I just remembered that I haven’t eaten since breakfast because that meeting ran long. Well to honest that’s a little embarrassing. Probably for the best though.

Oh yeah, that’s much better, I’m glad I keep those peanut butter crackers in my desk or things could have really gotten ugly.


Hmm, are those gas pains or are the old gods calling to me to bring them the lifeblood of the innocent? I guess probably just gas pains.