“I pulled a chair out from under a boy I liked in the second grade. He cried.”
This is almost exactly as awful as you’re thinking it might be.
“One time I really had a bad feeling about a car and asked my girlfriend to walk faster over the street. She laughed and said I should not worry. The car crashed into the woman next to us.”
“Townsfolk gathered up their closest possessions, weighed themselves down, and jumped into the center of the lake in protest. No attempt to recover their bodies was ever made.”
They loved their son, even though they would probably never get to kiss him.
“There’s a lady…. she killed the kids…. they have to stay in the woods now.”
When I got in my Hyundai and pulled the stick shift into reverse, the backup camera popped on, showing me the area behind my bumper. A little girl was playing in the street, purple chalk balanced in her hand.
“I’m so proud of myself. I stabbed her like 20 times. Maybe more. I wasn’t counting.”
“He follows us, mommy,” he said. “He watches you.”
He always called when we arrived to our room, and we switched rooms frequently. Yet he always knew which room we were in every time he called.