Contributor: Harry Noussias - - How long were they pounding on the door? Lately I have been falling into these very deep and disturbing sleeps. I was not lying in bed when I heard the pounding. I wish I was. I was on the floor. How I got there I don’t know. All I know is that when I awake from these sleeps I can’t remember anything. I did not want to answer the door because I knew what those on the other side would have to say – that I was chosen. At least sleep allowed me, if only for a little while, to escape the horrifying events that were taking place around the village. But, why me? I’m not an investigator. And, I’m surely not a hunter. Besides, I don’t even know what to believe about what was happening. It didn’t really matter to anyone what I thought or felt or believed. The village council voted and I was chosen. So, I...

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Author: Harry Noussias