Undead

...his eyes blazed with a sort of demonaic fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.


Aye, my wee boy has crossed over to the dark side. I thought I'd heard something in the hut last night as we slept but seeing nothing, I turned over and went back to sleep. And when we woke this morning all seemed well. But this evening, as the sun went down, everything changed. ...