She tried to hide against the wall of the top bunk where she was sleeping, but as Sells went to leave the room he turned around and spotted her. Sells reached over, grabbed Krystal, and slit her throat.
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.
No one really knows what happens when you acquiesce and let them into your home. Well, the person in this text chain might.
My throat constricted. My limbs tightened. It felt like a vacuum pressed against every inch of my skin, sucking it dry.
I recently installed the Waze app on my phone, a GPS that spoke up to tell me when a red light camera was reported up ahead, when a police officer was reported up ahead, even when a goddamn pot hole was reported up ahead.
“I need you to chain me up,” Sonya said. I laughed. “It’s not funny.”
A Scorpio stung by a poisonous scorpion. A Sagittarius shot through the heart with an arrow. A Taurus stabbed through the toros with a set of horns. (Not from a live bull, but from a wall-mounted head.)
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…