Cast from heaven, their bodies fell like drops of blood upon the dusty ground, and no one dared touch the cursed fowl lying in the dead thing’s shadow. Oddly preserved, they did not decay but simply lay as a broken mass of feathers upon the earth.
I remember when night approached. With such great trepidation, I went upstairs to bed, sent there by my worried father. I awoke with a sudden start from a dreamless horror and saw, through my window, our terrible visitor burning with a black flame and knew it couldn’t die but only suffer in mindless Hell.
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