May God have mercy on our souls.
The creature had looked like an extended, floppy hand. Like the ones from the fifty cent machine I used to throw against the wall and watch crawl down the paint.
How old is this girl? Does she know what I’m thinking?
I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a place where something horrible happened once, but lots of those places have a weird feeling about them.
I forced myself to think of survival, to hold my hand aloft as I pushed forth the final sprint. I could see blood on the snow, and knew it was mine.
The worst part is, it could happen to you too.
“It tells the story of a group of children who manage to tie up their babysitter, and as the realization of the power they have over her sinks in, their games become increasingly violent and humiliating.”
Death is not a place, or a person. It’s all there is.
My name is Clint, and I will probably be dead soon.