“It floated above me for two seconds and then entered my body again.”
That night, I had a nightmare I can’t forget to this day.
“Those are some nasty bite marks,” said the E.R. Nurse. She swabbed a cotton ball soaked in alcohol up and down my neck, cleaning off the bloodstains. It seared with pain, but I barely cringed.
Logan wasn’t a great student, but that fact never really seemed to bother him.
Apparently their activities managed to open a “portal to hell,” which summoned Satan himself as well as a “gatekeeper” of sorts known as “The Shadow Man.” Legend states that the Shadow Man still patrols the tunnels.
It was almost a perfect circle and bigger than I’d first thought — just a bit bigger than a softball.
There was nothing I enjoyed more than cycling on the bike path along the river. Being the creature of habit that I was, I never strayed from the northbound trail. Yesterday, however, I was feeling adventurous, and went south instead. It was a mistake that I will never repeat.
“Sleep is as close to death as we get.”
Last week, a pdf was sent to me from an email address I didn’t recognize, which isn’t uncommon in my line of work. Strangers send me scary stories and bizarre documents on an almost daily basis and I encourage it. But the pdf in question was unlike anything I had ever been sent and I decided that the only way to properly convey its effect would be to simply let you read it for yourself.
My daughter was sleeping when the convulsions started.