The Night of the Hunter
My appetite was incredible. It had been in days and only then did I realize just how murderous I felt inside, more than ready to submit to my cravings, to release the beast within. When had I last fed? Four days? Or was it six? And why hadn’t I? Was it caution? Fear? Sheer repulsion? I can answer yes to all three, but I’d be lying to you. Let’s just say, I was saving myself, starving myself to be exact, for a wondrous meal, dessert possibly included. But let me tell you honestly, that my will...