Everything I once had is gone. It wasn’t a lone thief who’d snuck in during the middle of a single night to clean me out. It was instead a series of small burglaries, committed by an efficient team over more years than I recall. Their robberies began when I was just a boy and when, like most children suffering from few friends and social isolation, I spent most of my time alone — hidden away in my room, surrounded by the few possessions that made life bearable.
This is a true, twisty tale of horror. You know you need a terror fix!
Daemonwulf Werelord has written this . . .well, this gritty tale on Pen Of The Damned. Read the rest of it and more at the link above.