CHAPTER CCXLIII

     (IN THE EYE OF DEATH)

     “SHALL WE?”

     Humming an eerie tone as the words of the curse poem are floating in front of his eyes and written using blood as a spot of ink and a dark feather as a pen. He perfectly imagines the faces of the readers who are reading the current book, and the horror that is drawn unto their faces, knowing that the entire novel they are reading is true, happening in real life, but in some other dimension, as they live is a curse now. 

     “Well then, shall I continue the game?” 

     With the words that faded like a speck of dust unto the air and the feathered pen burns at its wake. He flips the pages of the book once more as the next verse was written and reads like the hunting darkness of a song that rings. 

     “Count one to three don&rsquo