Per 
It was a cold night.
The Moon was hidden behind murky clouds.
The strong, chill winds blew through the streets and alleys.
There were hints of a great storm.
There were very few people going about for it.
But of those that would not be dettered by the weather, a man of 30 years walked down the street.
Bill was his name.
He was walking back to his apartment, his outward shivering was slight, but his inward curses were not.
Curses at the weather for being so cold and curses at the suddeness of the wind that carried it.
To cut his path short, he made a sharp turn for one of the shadowed alleys.
He wished to get to his warm home as swiftly as he could.
Yet as he passed through the dark alley, a shrill scream from above rattled his mind and his head ached with such intensity he thought it might burst.
His arms gripped the sides of his head as his eyes shut, his back hunched and his teeth mashed together in pain.
Yet just as suddenly as it began, so too did it end.
The pain dissappeared and in its place a painfully dull throb was all that remained.
His hands dropped to his sides as his back straightened.
He felt eyes on him from above.
He wearily lifted his head up, and saw it.
The source of the scream.
His eyes bulged out in disbelief.
His mouth parted slightly in horror.
His feet rooted him to the ground in terror.
It peered down at him from the edge of a rooftop.
In size it looked like a human.
But its head had no eyes or nose, only a maw full of teeth as sharp as blades.
Its flesh was a rotting shade of pale with a diseased yellow hue.
And it was covered in yellow cysts, some large, others small.
It looked as if it watched him with its jaws.
He shook his head a few times, hoping that what he saw was a mere illusion, conjured by his mind due to the cold and the stress and the throb that still permeated his mind.
But it wasn't.
When he at last looked up again, the thing was still there.
He was ready to break out into a sprint.
But his feet seemed as if they were stuck.
As if he couldn't control them anymore.
The creature jumped from the edge with grace unfit for such a thing.
A fall that would break the legs of any human did nothing to it.
As its body unfurled before him, Bill beheld its true size, at least two times his own.
He also couldn't help but notice how the cysts covering the thing's skin seemed to faintly pulse.
In horror Bill tried again to run, his will to do so stronger than perhaps ever in his life.
Yet his feet would not budge.
And so he tried to scream.
But he couldn't even open his own mouth.
His own body rebelled against him, as if it was a mere puppet to the creature standing before him now.
His brain was rattled once more, this time not by a scream but a voice not his own.
''Do not be afraid… Bill…''
It was calm and soft, so unlike what one would expect from a creature such as the one that stood mere centimeters from him.
Before Bill could even ask in his mind how did it know his name or how it was speaking at all, it spoke again.
''Your memories… Your feelings and emotions… I can see them all…''
It's mouth pulled back in a twisted grin for only a moment, before it opened wider than Bill thought possible.
Terror of death and of pain gripped him.
He closed his eyes, trying to be calm and so accept the death that seemed inevitable.
His heart beat faster and faster still.
But no pain came.
No sounds of tearing or ripping could be heard.
But he did smell something.
It was foul and disgusting so that his entire face scrunched up.
In a moment he felt dizzy and exhausted.
His mind felt like it was filled with sludge.
It was so hard to think.
In a few minutes, it was nearly impossible.
His body collapsed onto the ground, his brain dead and empty.
A new, small yellow blob pushed its way out of the creature's skin.
It grinned again.
Another human's knowledge added to the already vast network that stretched across its skin.
And with it, the hunger for more and more and more grew.
