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.
This is why I don’t really fear death anymore. Because whatever is waiting for us after death, it’s already here.
I got a panicky, throat gulp feeling in my chest when I read Evan’s email for the second time. I never specifically mentioned in my email that I went to The University of Texas, but Evan mentioned UT, in his email. It washed away all the good vibes his counseling had created.
Of all the horrific internet tales ever told, these are the most terrifying.
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.
This had better be some sick joke…
And yes, all the original creepy drawings are there.
Death is not a place, or a person. It’s all there is.