Jake opened his eyes. Trembling and shivering with cold sweats, he
awoke to a feeling of pure fear, releasing enough adrenaline to send the
average human heart into cardiac failure. If not for the fact that this
was all so familiar to him, he would have literally been scared to
death. Jake leapt to his feet and with a great hope that this was all
part of the nightmare that had been plaguing him for seven years to the
day. He threw open the door and as he looked into the mirror all his
fears were confirmed, the day was at hand, the change had started.

The image in the mirror seemed holographic. It looked as if
someone was typing out a message in some unknown alphabet. As Jake stood
watching the image, letter by letter, he began to understand the
language. At first he was intrigued enough to watch. The more he
watched, the more he understood. The more he understood, the more he
tried to turn away, but he couldn’t. He seemed to be unable to move.
Standing as helpless as a child, the written words began to speak for
themselves. The voice was monotone and very deep. It spoke to him, but
only a part of him understood the message. A completely separate entity.
Jake had hoped that this part of him had gone forever. He had almost
convinced himself that what had happened seven years ago only existed in
his mind. He had convinced himself that this part of him only existed in
his nightmare’s. Demonic laughter woke him from his trance. The image
disappeared with a flash. Jake stood in the bathroom soaked with sweat,
physically drained and ravished of emotion.

It became more and more evident as Jake stood contemplating his
next move, studying every particular, as if it were a strategic piece in
the most entrenched game of chess. Today he seemed to be replaying the
exact events of the most unrealistically horrid twenty-four hours of his
life. He knew that no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop this day’s
fate. The nightly horrific account of that day, tormented his soul and
kept the event fresh in his mind. He replayed the gruesome nightmare in
his head hundreds of times exploiting every option in a feeble attempt
to out think the powers that make the day’s outcome’s. Now, only thirty
minutes into the day, the nightmare he remembered was quickly becoming
an unchangeable reality. He retreated to his bed side and sat with his
hands across his face wanting to weep. As soon as those feelings of fear
and sorrow flooded his synapse, they were crushed by an overpowering and
relentless rage. Jake’s fist tightened. You could see the hate in his
eyes growing. With jaws clenched, he began screaming, and saliva frothed
around his mouth. He clutched at his shirt and ripped it from his back.

an unedited exerpt from the book i am writing

I want a copy. Looks to me like a best seller.

G

thnx grif

MORE!!!! NOW!! I WANNA READ MORE NOW!!! sure just put it out there and
tease me like this arrrggg Serious I wanna read more

when I finish it.....this is sorta like a movie trailer...just enough to
make you want to read the whole booklol....Thanks CCP!

We'll exchange books lol When mine is done I'll give ya a copy, even
sign it for ya

deal!

just give me the damn book ok!LOL

yea!...I wants a copy!!!
and you better sign it too!!!

mine first mike i get first dibs

No aweety.....you get to help me finish it....lol

escaped...this is good really good...now I am intrigued...

Hell I want a copy to signed and I'll even pay for mine lol
Put me on the edge of my seat then just jerk it away would ya
Ya just not right lol.

I agree Txs...Sounds like a real tease to me...LOL!!!
Makes me wanna add to it, but I wont, but I rally really could...in the
deep recesses of the mind lurkes dark cretures taht only come out at
night....

Not fair. Want to read more.