Redthorn

Red Thorne lived in the attic. you never seen him clearly, not really. Just fleeting glimpses, whispers of movement in the periphery. But I knew he was there. The floorboards creaked in a rhythmic pattern only he could orchestrate. The air grew thick and metallic when he was near. And then there were his eyes – two pinpricks of crimson that burned like embers in the gloom , waiting patiently for something.......YOU