“Nicest guy, the kind that would give you the shirt off his back.”
I opened my eyes. There she was. Dead. A dead girl. Dead teenage girl. A, literal, dead ringer for my younger sister. Her eyes were just inches from mine, still wet, but gone. I could smell her breath.
“He turned his head to look at me before I heard a gurgle. Then he was gone, just like that.”
Content warning, heed the title. You will believe in evil after you’ve read this.
Scorpio: You wouldn’t have any problem using a knife. Feeling their skin tear. Watching their eyes fade to white. Trying to think of an excuse before the cops came.
More people have disappeared in the past few months than ever before…
“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.”