It’s happened again

The greatest deception the devil ever pulled 

was to convince people he didn't exist. 

One glance in Jacques icy stare will prove otherwise. His stone cold glare. His frosty hands, are desirous for work. He has patience does his homework on you. Meticulous by nature. He knows your habits your routine. He watches you while you sleep. As he grabs a handful of your hair and drags you down the hall. Shoots with his own concoction you lie immobilized. Awake enough to know what's about to happen. You smell his brimstone breath as he inspects your scalp. Lovely he mutters just lovely. His axe and begins its work. Shaves your hair for his collection. Ties it with a pink ribbon. Making fast work of your frame. Blood trickles under the door. So do you still believe there's no devil? If you ever feel a wintry chill run down your spine dear reader, and a brush of your hair, while your laying in your bed all safe and warm.  Know that Jacque is close axe at the ready.