Shifted Hunter

The mind was a fickle creature. One, which could create a realm of dreams filled with blossoming flowers, and sun kissed fields. Or, it could create an endless nightmare. Faces, long and dragged out plastered upon walls, shadowed hands hooked around a corner bend, or perhaps a sunken in face peering over your bed covers. Now, whether Oliver lives in a dream or nightmare, is to be discovered. From restless days filled with school and demons, Oliver battles his wills constantly.  But what will Oliver do when blood soaks his hands? And it isn't a humans? Will his life evolve into a new form of nightmare, or perhaps graduate to that of a dream? Only time will tell as he unravels new truths and new bonds, filling in those once previous blank spaces with otherworldly terms. ____________Ford pushed his way out, a frown gracing his aging features. "Do you take me for a fool? There's nothing but some measly drops of blood o-"  Two hands, out of thin air, grasp onto Ford's face and pull. The hands sink into the socket of his eye and the grove of his mouth, tearing at the seams until he's split in half.  Blood splatters across the room in a show of art, staining the couch, floors, and walls in a vicious hue. Including everyone in the vicinity.  Someone screams, and like a beacon, those same hands disappear again.  You couldn't track him.  You didn't know where he'd appear next.  It was only by the dead bodies, did you know.  And by then, it was already too late. ________________WARNINGThis book will have triggering themes. No trigger warnings will be given. If any of the themes mentioned below may trigger you, please refrain from reading this book.-Gore-Death-Abuse-Strong Language-SA-Drugs-Self harm-Depression