My Brother Disappeared Along The Oregon Coast, And I Think Whatever Took Him Is After My Whole Family

Just as I made my decision, the headlights cut out. I reached over to the controls and tried to get them back on, but couldn’t. Despite how many times I switched the lights on and off, nothing would happen.

I gave up on the lights and turned my attention back to the scene in front of me. The tint of color which came off of my dad and brother had worsened in my time away from the windshield, the two now approached the front of the truck, glowing blue like a fluorescent light. They stood next to each other, touching at the hips, about five yards in front of the truck staring at me with glowing eyes.

I watched in horror as those two men who I held so dearly started to mold into each other at the hips until they were just one round mash of blue matter with their faces crudely sticking out of the front. Essentially, they had become the blue orb, but with the outlines of their two faces on the front.

That was enough.

I took my foot off the brake and mashed it down onto the gas. The heavy truck took off like a cannonball right in the direction of the pulsating orb of fallen loved one’s faces. I smashed the rubber tread of the gas as hard as I could into the floor once as I stared at the featureless mugs of my dad and oldest brother.

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Jack Follman

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