364. Jimmy Lester

Jimmy fled in panic.

Abnormal, eerie, strange.

The girl's gaze reminded him inexplicably of that distant night.

When he saw the pale figure in the moonlight, slender arms slowly emerged from the shadows, unnaturally sharp nails seemed ready to tear open the boy's stomach and pick out his organs to put into the creature's mouth at any time.

The feeling Hela evoked had a unique similarity to that monster, not a sense of danger or terror, but an indescribable feeling for Jimmy.

Reason told him that running away was the only correct choice.

He never talked with his family about the first time he saw the slender ghostly figure.

He always felt, he always felt, he always felt...

He knew.

He knew he had brought the monster to his home, he knew he had led the monster to his father, he knew he had killed Ogden Lester - the old man who loved him.

Jimmy had always known.

That night, he turned off the lights and drew the curtains.

But he stood by the window all along.