Gir-of-Spades

Its dark, but the light from the camp fire is enough to show the grotesque shapes of the ones I love. I cry out as I watch in horror while they continue to change into unnatural beings, no longer the family I once knew. I know I have only one option: kill or be killed. The thought strikes me just as they finish circling me. There is no time, no warning, as they all lunge in unison… I wake up drenched in sweat, my muscles still tensed as I wait for a strike that will never come. It's been nearly a year since the Lych took my family from me, but sometimes the nightmares, no memories, find me in the dark. I look up just in time to watch my door