Harvest of the Souls

As the life energy burst from the dying man's earthly shell, the ghastly creature leaped straight into it.

Coursing through, its senses lit up like a raging storm; every nerve was set afire as though by lightning. It trembled from the intense impact of its clash with the departing soul. Truly an addict, this evanescent, ephemeral, ethereal experience was the one thing it lived for. All else paled, for this was a union with everything great and terrible. It was an instant...yet, an eternity.

A millisecond later, the psychic ghoul was gone, undetected--free to ride again another day.