It grew darker and darker the more Audrey looked for Waxy. It became so cold, she could see her breath.
"You... new soul here... fresh meat... Weak, lamb to the slaughter..."
A voice echoed from the shadows...
"I can sense your presence... You are of the wax...You belong to it...You belong to me..."
The voice gave a deep growl, getting closer, making her heart pound.
"Surely you don't wish to be alone in the dark..."
The only light was from the burning red flame that danced upon the wax demon's head.











