Burying bodies among the foundations of my house is not how I thought my life would go. At least not when I was younger.
I have this insatiable desire to hunt, to feed off other people’s life force. In the dark I look for stragglers in the city’s empty streets. Once I have one I chase them down and charm them to come back to my mansion. When I am done with them I bury them below. There seems to be no end to my hunger and the delights of the chase.
Ugh I so didn’t want to write this one, but this is the story that came into my head when I saw Sammi Cox’s word prompt foundations. At least I made the narrator a bit more ambiguous about what they were…
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