Fallen (Chronicles Of The Fallen) Read Online Free PDF

licking at her body, and the pungent smell of death fills her nose. The pain is constant, the torture never ends. It. Never. Stops. It is eternal.
    Lisa can hear his voice, hear his snarls. He’s coming towards her. In between her blood curdling screams, she tries to make out his appearance. The shadow reflecting on the wall is huge. He stands close to ten feet tall; his build is incredibly thick; his chest and arms are massive; he has the snout of a bull and the build of a man. He snarls and swings his fist at something, which screams in fear as it flies across the room. There’s a crash and its screaming stops. Maybe she can’t hear him over her own screams. Fear is coursing through her as the shadow begins to turn. He’s walking, loud thumps vibrating throughout the room. Heat radiates from him, from the walls, from the demons. Everything suffocates around her as he approaches. The demons torturing her body back away and cower in fear. Standing before her, he looks down at her suspended body. She dares to look up to him. He roars as fire engulfs her body, a scream leaving her lips.
    Lisa bolts up in bed, screaming. Looking around her room, she’s panting and beads of sweat are slipping down her body. Her sheets are soaked and her hair is matted. Her hands reach up, quickly patting her face and body, realizing it was a dream. No, it was a nightmare. She closes her eyes as warm tears stream down her cheeks, while her heart attempts to regain control of itself. Opening her eyes, she rotates on the bed and her feet touch the hardwood floor. Standing, still shaken from the nightmare, she looks around her room again, not able to shake the feeling that she’s still being watched. Looking to her left and then her right, she decides that she’s alone. A part of her brain screams that she’s not, but she convinces herself that it’s just the nightmare still having an effect on her.
    Walking into her bathroom, she flicks on the light. The light lavender walls surround her, the pedestal sink holds her toothbrush and mouthwash. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she notices the dark circles under her eyes. Leaning in, she takes a closer look, bringing a finger up to touch the bags. “Wonderful.” Pulling back, she looks at her medicine cabinet. Pulling it open, the door blocking her view from the mirror, she grasps a bottle of Tylenol. Shaking out two tablets, she replaces the lid and sets it back inside. Shutting the door to the cabinet, she screams at the reflection of a man standing behind her. His features are hidden except for the glow of his red eyes and a smirk on his lips.
    Smoke surrounds his body in an otherwise black environment. Her mouth is suddenly dry, the fear pounding on her chest prevents her from screaming. As hyperventilation takes over, she drops the Tylenol and grabs hold of the sink. Panting, she turns quickly to face her attacker, but no one is there. Her eyes dart to the door, then towards her shower curtain; no one’s around but her. Her heart still racing, she grasps the sink and leans against it. Staring at the space behind her, save for the bathroom cabinet filled with linens and towels, she is alone.
    Closing her eyes, she swallows against her dry throat…and her fear. She turns back to look in the mirror and only sees herself. Sighing softly, she bends over to pick up the Tylenol. The hooded man appears in the mirror again. He smirks and whispers, “Lisa…” The mirror fogs up as a sadistic laugh leaves his lips.
    His voice is not heard by her as she rights herself back up. His image disappears, leaving a film of fog in his wake. Looking at herself in the mirror, she gasps and her heart races again. She backs away until her back presses against the wall behind her. Feeling her body tremble, she closes her eyes and counts to ten in an attempt to control her breathing. Opening her eyes again, she only sees herself in the reflection. Her breath still shallow, she tilts her head up