MORIA
A sixth sense.
That’s what it’s called when you immediately get the feeling that something may have just gone horribly wrong even though there’s no evidence to prove that is so.
Goosebumps, a chill ruining down your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.
It is a feeling I am used to getting all the time.
Perhaps that is why I know that this…this isn’t it.
This feeling is nothing like that.
It’s so much worse.
It’s a physical, tangible thing that I can taste like bile in the back of my throat
Bitter and foul. A warm apprehension that blankets my mind and numbs the crevices of my brain.
It takes me a minute to realize what it is.
Their fear, gnawing a pit into my stomach.
It slams into me suddenly like a force wave and causes me to bend over, my head in
