“Three cheers for Santa Claus, and all the good children who believe. ‘Makes this so much easier,’ He chuckled, the bells on the trusting little girl’s shoes jingling as he dragged the body across the roof and away into the night.”
“Fuck it to death.”
I ended up sharing a house with my cousin down in New Orleans. I didn’t want to leave the country, to spend too many hours cramped on a plane, so that’s where I picked. And that’s where he died.
“I screamed out in pain, but she just got more into it.”
“I start taking pictures from like 20 feet away. I walk up to it and it’s a dead person.”
About a month ago, the texts started pouring in, telling me that I had a twin walking around Long Island. A girl that looked just like me, down to the floral tattoos across my arms.
“‘Your brother is better in bed.’ She’d been cheating on me. Yes, with him.”
“There is something evil in her that can never be fixed.”
When I looked in his eyes, I saw nothingness. Black dots. Like his soul had abandoned his body.
“His hand was just sticking out into the air. I was like… what is that… I peered in and saw his dead fucking face.”