“Shit what’s that fucking smell.”

Kyle looked around to find the smell, but all he found were two voices.

“Kyle the more you sit, the more you wait, oh how short we play.”

“Not now NOT NOW, for fucking sakes leave me be and let me live my life.” Kyle shouted at the voices.

Kyle lived up in a cabin past Boulder Creek, sitting in his rocking chair smelling the rotting flesh. For as long as a week now his parents were no more mortals, but fish bait he uses every day to catch dinner. For Kyle has no ideal of what he has done to his parents.

“We are hungry Kyle why don’t you feed us; you can not starve us for long.”

“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.” Kyle shouted at the voices.

Kyle nervously handled the shotgun in his lap, raising it into the air as to aim it at someone. As Kyle rested the shotgun down onto his lap, he fell asleep in the chair.
Landing in a far away country, were he could fly past his cabin and beyond.