In the overgrown woods, stands a white pillar.
A pillar in which therein lies, a stack of children a mile wide.
And all around that ghastly pillar, a different kind of children play.
These children screech like harpies.
They twist their bodies into each other, and lock lips.
But for a moment, the forest is silent from the kissing of souls, and then the screeching starts again.
I watched in horror, in utter bewilderment.
These children were not normal…
Or were they?
I mustered the courage to lock eyes with one of the beasts.
He was a naked boy of about eight, with milky green eyes.
He gave me this insidious smile, and raised his hands to his face.
Fresh blood spilled onto the forest as he clawed out his cheeks.
“Child,” I gasped, “What behooves you to hurt yourself in such a manner!” I stumbled out of the great oak trees that concealed me, and pinned him to the forest floor. “Stop it, child. What possesses you?”
He fixed me with a stare. A cold, all-knowing stare that wrenched my soul and made me weep.
The boy shook like a willow tree. His long pale fingers twisted backwards, and his mouth began to open unnaturally wide. He was like a human Venus fly trap; his arms and legs rooted to the ground, and his ravenous mouth biting back at me.
I fell backwards. It was through my peripheral vision that I could make out what seemed to be a massive orgy. The children were no longer children. They were winged beasts with colossal jaws. These human harpies pressed against the white pillar; ferociously impregnating one another.
I dashed back into the cluster of oak trees from which I had come. Then I ran further. I kept going, past the lake of fire, and past the fountain of gold; all the while a chorus of screeching harpies impregnating the air.
