Have you ever faced death? Been seconds, milliseconds away? I have. You’ve heard my story before, on the news—read it in the papers, maybe, if you still read the papers. I’m the one who survived. I’m the one who was in the room with Danny Alvarez when he took his own life.
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…
The single candle looked to still be lit in that room. I thought I could see the shadow of someone standing in there next to it.
“Don’t talk about them…the talk will attract their attention…”
Sometimes it’s best to let secrets lie if they work in your favor.
It’s difficult to describe the sensation to you now, but in the moment everything felt perfectly rational.
While the photo was noticeably low quality, I was able to recognize it instantly. It was the outside of my house.
Run, damn it. Run. I couldn’t. She smiled, still. “It’s not so bad.”
My head had bumped into a grate – more so like a cage rather than just a grate. And inside the cage, in a small dirt and concrete cell, sat a woman.
The service I offered was simple. You wanted a guy beaten up, I was your guy. I caught the guy at just the right time, picked a fight with him, and won. Always won.