The strange phenomenon was slowly permeating the village, as the days passed more and more people fell victim. Doctors and scientists were baffled, there was not one positive response to any type of treatment, either medicinal or psychological, even hypnosis was tried, and failed.
No one had any answers.
Mothers no longer comforted their babies. Husbands no longer kissed their wives goodbye before they left for work. Lovers no longer strolled hand in hand through the park, or canoodled in shop doorways.
The village was becoming an emotional wasteland.
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The entity knew nothing of divorce rates, or broken homes, or shattered families. It was a being driven by instinct, by hunger. It was a predator, a hunter.
It came in the night, silent, invisible, intangible.
It seeped under doors or through air vents, and fed on the sleeping forms.
It stole their kisses and devoured them. It absorbed their cuddles and embraces. It drank their touches and caresses. It glutted itself on their love, their tenderness, and their joy, then moved on to the next house leaving behind the sleeping husks.
And it gained strength, and grew.
By the time it had reached the nearby town it had grown strong enough to divide, and a few days later again, then again...
When it left the town behind, the entity had grown over a thousandfold, and it was ravenous.
Gathering speed, and ferocity, it hurtled across the open countryside towards the nearest city.
And the feast.
The first of many.
©2012 Stephen. J. Green.