The following is a true account, as best as I can remember.
“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.
Imagine yourself in this woman’s position.
Technology has made it easier for us to communicate with one another.
Weird things started once he got home.
Who I am, how I came into possession of these packets of information, and exactly where this incident took place I cannot tell you.
I saw I had one new message in my inbox from a company called Electric Solutions Of Texas. I’d never heard of them before. The email was a job offer for an entry-level electrician to work third shift hours at a substation.
My story was about “Zombie,” a new drug that had hit the streets of Detroit, but was still so underground only those heavily entrenched in the world of hard drugs and law enforcement knew about it.
We ran. Time stood still.
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.