Chapter 131 THE DEVIL
KATRINA’S P O V
The man was dressed in a black hoodie that had zipped right below his pale neck, which was covered with tattoos. His face was very pale, almost waxen, his eyes lifeless and dead.
I couldn't help but remember grandma telling me a tale once about a devil who rode into town one dark, moonless night. His hair was charred, smelling of smoke, and his body smelled like sulfur.
The people in town barricaded themselves in their homes and hid under their beds, as they saw his black shadow flitting across their shut windows. He paused at a few doors, demanded to let him in. The families inside closed their eyes and their ears, and prayed to God on their knees.
When the cocks crowded the following day, they finally opened their doors. The devil man was nowhere to be seen, and had vanished into dust.
This scary man with pale skin and dead eyes looked like Death. He smelled like Death. His mission? To hurt us.