The Dark Halls of Camarillo Manor

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The Dark Halls of Camarillo Manor
By Jack Dinovitz

The shadows moved as if water rushed into shock. Sweet nothings not danced nor laughed at the family resting, but stared. Over the bed with death in there eyes they stared. Shadows being shadows sapien to human. The one who falls, falls into the deepest part of our selves, but they were never human. 

The shadows of Camarillo manor. Ha, what a sound they tickled and pricked away at humanity without making a squeak or squak, they cried at the sight of our breath. “Oh for I have never felt such pleasures” begging at the window sil. 

They’ve never walked as humans but came from a place much darker than are own, one will never know, unless you call him. 


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