Husk Corporation

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Short bit I wrote on a notebook during a very bad mental breakdown at a job I did not want to be at.

Submitted: June 27, 2019

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Submitted: June 27, 2019



A very specific type of torment exists within the void of relentless darkness. It is one born of soulless Husks wandering about, serving their glowing masters. They repeat the same chants in unison, and any chance of their escape is swallowed up by the bleeding dark. Meaningless windows float in front of them, always shining their draining glow. For what purpose does this nightmarish void exist? Days pass them by, and the seconds become slow, agonizing pain. With open skulls, they display their hardened brains, which bleed a blood as dark as the void they reside in. Every so often, one can hear echoing steps, their sound growing stronger, but never revealing its source.

Escaping this void is key, as it consumes the mind, but not the body. As I look around me, puddles of black blood appear and disappear. I can see faint white figures at the edge of the void. I pray to never again become a Husk, for death is not only the cure for those trapped within, but it is also preferable to living with these black-blooded abominations.

© Copyright 2019 Dave Davidson. All rights reserved.

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