The Messenger

In a world where the veil between life and death is thin, a ghostly entity stirs from a long slumber, her sole purpose a chilling quest for reunion. Meanwhile, Detective Klocke, a man hardened by loss and fueled by simmering rage, navigates the brutal realities of his profession, haunted by the ghosts of partners past. As a malevolent force begins to target the innocent, their paths, seemingly disparate, are destined to intertwine. Can Klocke confront his inner demons and the burgeoning darkness to protect the living, or will the ancient entity's awakening unleash a terror that transcends the grave?

September, 2008.

She opened her eyes, sat up, and stretched her stiff muscles. A yawn escaped her lips, and she let her head fall back with a sigh. Then she scowled.

The sun was shining brightly, and the grass around her resting place was green and vibrant. She couldn't feel the physical heat of the sun, but from the appearance of the world around her she figured it was about late summer.

The stone at her back was the only thing she did feel, and she was surprised to find that its surface was a bit rougher than she remembered.

She turned around, eyeing the headstone curiously.

A lot of time had passed since she fell asleep it seemed. There was a bit of dead moss on her headstone, and a few small chips had been knocked clear at the edges.

Yes, she thought. Things have definitely changed. She ran her pale, ghostly skeleton fingers over the aged stone. How much time has passed?

She didn't know. But did it matter? If he was still alive, then she didn't care.

She grinned suddenly, the painful cleansing purity of the sun forgotten.

Tick tock, she thought. And she laughed.

Tick tock, goes the clock.

The Messenger

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