DARK HORROR

       People walk over me, for I am a sidewalk. The memories of once being human and now I am trapped into my own reoccurring nightmare. Every night I see the same little girl walking down the alley way. Same time, same pace, same charm and same routine each and every day. The remembrance of this was incredible. I would love this moment until one evening things of the process changed and my purpose was known as I inherit a curse to suffer more pain and the only escape is to eliminate the people in my way of my happiness.           My past life I was human, I was ordered to execute a particular group of people I had to follow orders or become executed myself. I had no choice for I wanted to exist. Judging me to age on is as worthless as judging a dog to eat scraps every day just to continue. I was that dog that was eating scraps . The older days of witnessing the burning of this little girl as I want to glance away as her ...