"A bunch of books-"
"Devil books!" James growled.
"Well, yeah, but it doesn't quite tell the whole story." Kree was no longer scared. In fact, she was getting irritated with this illiterate freak.
James looked off into the distance, "It happened so long ago, I can barely remember..."
"Well, you had over a hundred years to think about it, so try."
"Kree...I wouldn't piss him off if I were you." Jimmy's voice was small, and Kree held up her hand to silence him.
"I remember that it happened on a Sunday. I was on my way to church. I was riding in a buggy when I suddenly had stop my horse. Something in the middle of the road had caught my eye. I ran over to it, and found out that it was a book. However, when I read the cover, I was about to run to my buggy and never look back. But I hesitated. Stopping for one minute had ruined the rest of my life."
"Then what happened?" Kree asked, almost sounding sympathetic, but not quite.
"It called my name," he said. Even though it had already happened, his voice still held the awe from when he first saw the book, "It said that I was chosen."
"Good for you. You were chosen to stay in an insane asylum for a hundred years. Sounds like fun." Kree said sarcastically.
James' eyes grew a bright red, and the mist flew over Kree. KRee felt icy cold fingers all over her skin, like needles touching every part of her body. She struggled to breathe as she stared into the eyes of a sadistic killer. Was this what it was like to die?