“There’s a crossroads in South America somewhere that when you go to the center it gets dark and you can see a figure that looks like a reaper.”
Though, the Pawleys Island Gray Man is considered to be a generally benevolent being, my theory is that there are actually many Gray Men out there…
“He, he, he, amazing!” The laugh was almost like that of a cartoon. “Drop it.” My hand fell to my side. “I wonder if you can feel.” The voice said menacingly.
More people have disappeared in the past few months than ever before…
If Brittany wasn’t just making this up to fuck with us, that could only mean: 1), she was seeing things and/or hearing voices, and that made her literally insane enough to cut her own face off; or 2), there really was some monster thing out there, and my life just turned into the kind of horror movie I’d never even want to watch.
“Turns out when he was 14, he stabbed his Grandmother, Mother, and sister to death on a bad acid trip…he was the nicest guy though.”
“All I remember is watching the police pull up to our house, come inside, and shoot my father.”
“A lady that was really upset with her husband/boyfriend poured gasoline on him and tried to light him on fire.”
“They had buried the dead kid in the backyard with all of the dead animals.”
“My grandparents knew the Boston Strangler. He was a gentleman and often gave my grandmother a ride home because my grandfather asked him to.”