Chapter 43 Nightmare

• Things were becoming terrible.
• I woke up last night screaming for my father. I tore at my skin and my throat, trying so hard to get my voice to him, but the flames reached him before I could. After licking his skin and taking enormous bites out of his flesh, they consumed him, leaving smoldering black holes in the places where they had taken ravenous mouthfuls.
• But that specific nightmare had something much worse. There was another scream as well. She let out a high-pitched, soul-racking scream that was heavily laced with pure horror, and although it took me some time to find her, I eventually did.