So begins Chapter 8 – A Change in The Wind
Tom sat in his car, dumbfounded by the woman he was watching. Her hair moved and flowed with the wind; and her body, wow, her body was magnificent.
Tom watched her put the stuff in her car, mesmerized.
She looked over at him.
Tom didn’t know whether to burn rubber out of the parking lot, crawl up in his seat like a child, or just somehow evaporate on the spot. Whatever he needed to do he needed to do it fast, because she was walking over to him.
Without warning, the inside of the car burst into flames; and fire blew out of every orifice in Tom’s head. He screamed through burning pain and tasted every melting part of his insides. The flames subsided, and then a face formed in front of Tom. This face was bright red with blood oozing from the mouth and eyes, black eyes that seemed like endless pits. Tom could almost hear screams of anguish echoing from those pits.
Tom tried to wake himself up from what he hoped was a dream, as he watched the mouth open and grow. The tongue was forked and each tip had a serpent on the end of it, hissing. The teeth were not teeth, even though they were lined up like teeth in neat little rows on the bottom and top. What Tom thought was teeth were actually human souls. Each one of them was screaming, their eternity sealed in pain, smashed down into the soft flesh of Satan’s gums.
Tom heard large splashes start to hit his windshield.
He looked up as blood began to rain out of the sky and splatter on the windshield. The drops didn’t just splat, but they screamed when they exploded on the windshield, the car, the ground, everywhere. It was a chorus of the damned, and it was deafening.