Hollowers

 They’re everywhere. Sometimes they just choose to let you see them.

 He crawled into the hospital on his hands and knees that day. Soaked in his own blood. His wild eyes darting quickly from left to right. He reached out for people, grasping at thin air like a mad man. It was a quiet night and he quickly caught the attention of the doctors.

 His mutilated body so distorted people didn’t dare look at him. Two men grabbed his arms and legs and hurled him onto a stretcher. Then, it stopped. The man was still he just stared at the ceiling silently.

 All of a sudden he jolted up, shaking violently. He grasped a doctor’s hand and began muttering gibberish. Co- workers stood in absolute shock. With some un-godly strength he crushed the doctors hand, his bones could be heard snapping.

 Finally, he fell back onto the stretcher. Still once more. And as abruptly as it had started, it stopped. With his last breath he whispered, “They are everywhere. Sometimes they just choose to let you see them. Hollowers.”

 To this day no one knows what happened to that poor man, but it has never happened since.