a horror fiction short story
With bloody hands, Rennis leaned on the cracked porcelain sink in the bathroom, staring at the black form in the mirror. His wife’s dead body laid on the floor of the narrow kitchenette. Where his kids had gotten to, he couldn’t remember.
Bizarre visions and callings showed Rennis what he could become and a life without care, need, or fear. For what was there to fear when Rennis could be fear itself. A different man entirely. One with power and who demanded respect for a change.
With a lipless, flesh-ribboned face and exposed grinning teeth, Rennis ventured out into the city, leaving his family and past life behind.
Had he gone mad?
Or was there an insidious evil seducing him?