Ghost of Dalmos

uncomfortable inside my suit. It was a foolish outfit for the weather. Dreadful as if abandoned in a poorly ventilated r

her duties, I was beginning to worry about the journey. It was taking too long to get

midnight. He had a little nose, strong square jaw and thin lips hidden under a heavy line of mustache. I imagined he laid his opponent low w

m wood. Temporarily I was safe because when the giant raised his ugly head and looked about, I thought he did not see me. He lowered his ugly head once again and munched through peanuts and wil

in a shirt that is the size of an Olympic stadium. For once, I have seen a man that I could beat my chest and say I was better

appearance. He had his meal and stomach for it. The ration was a mountai

hful eyes. The wandering clouds, the tall trees and the sweet

the next agenda. He faced the other side of the forest and began to walk away. My jaws dropped when I saw how much height the devil had to his ad

yes at my direction as if he had sensed another tasty meal. In the forest, you

wall, which I thought would act as my defense against his aggression. Before I could blink, he growled and dashed to my corner. Running at full speed and the

ve powers that could have left a trail of waste, my pair of legs carried me to the old cottage on the farm. He could have snuff

d me as the monster chased. The building welcomed me unto her unholy interiors. Out of breath, I had nothing

nscriptions that I could hardly decipher, furniture begging for renovation, rickety tables covered in dust and cobwebs spread over them as pastures c

ext to me, one of the doors at the extreme opened as if providence had paraded a helping hand in my hour of need. The invitation was timely. Then I paused

lthy blows had begun to torment the rickety wooden door. Before he could find his way into the house, I fled to t