Cold, she was cold, cold as ice. She felt the wind blowing, blowing like it
would never stop. She stood up, with no idea where she was, or how she had
gotten there. Her face felt like ice, frozen by the cold wind. She looked
to her left, nothing. She looked to her right, and stopped dead. There was
a tiny girl, her eyes sunken deep in her skull, her skin as pale as the
snow she realized she was standing in. The girl's skin was rotted around
her mouth, revealing gums with squirming parasites. The girl was clinging
to the hand of a woman, whose face was twisted in an angry sort of grin,
sort of an "I told you so, but you didn't listen!" Horror twisted her face.
No! It was over! They had finished it! Suddenly she felt like she had to
run away, to get away from them. She turned, and was faced with a
blinding darkness, so dark it made her pause. Her eyes widened, as two
lights, appeared. They were amazingly bright, so bright she shielded her
eyes. For only a moment there was only silence, which pounded in her ears.
Then, like a knife through butter, the calm was broken by an loud,
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"HOOOOOOOOOOOONK!"
Leigh Ackerman sat up, her face drenched in a cold sweat. A dream, she thought, it was only a dream. She wiped the perspiration of her forehead, when she realized her husband was standing at the window. "Hun?" she said warily, "What's wro..."
She never finished her sentence.
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Dennis Guilder sat at his breakfast bar, yawning. He scratched his head and blinked, trying to focus on the television across the room. They were babbling about politics again, something Dennis could care less about. He stood slowly and shuffled across the floor, pouring more coffee in his old, college mug. He loved that mug, it was his favorite. He had received a mug from his senior year in high school as well, but that had gone in the trash a few months ago. There were some things he didn't want to remember. The smell made him smile, and he put the cup to his lips happily. "Nothing better than a good cup of coffee!" he said aloud. Except maybe a pussy. He shook the thought away, it was nothing new. He glanced back at the television, and his cup shattered on the ground.
"In other news, Taos new Mexico saw a grizzly scene today, a house was driven into repeatedly with what appears to have been a '58 Plymouth this Thursday, killing Joe Ackerman, his wife Leigh, and their two children."
Dennis grabbed the television with both trembling hands, his eyes wide. There were pictures being shown on the television, Joe, Leigh, their two children. Their images were blurred by the tears forming in his eyes. He could hardly hear the rest, "Experts on the scene......resembles attacks 17 years ago in Libertyville Pennsylvania......eyewitnesses unsure of driver......" He turned it off, and stumbled away from the television, his hand over his eyes. It was impossible....simply impossible!
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"HOOOOOOOOOOOONK!"
Leigh Ackerman sat up, her face drenched in a cold sweat. A dream, she thought, it was only a dream. She wiped the perspiration of her forehead, when she realized her husband was standing at the window. "Hun?" she said warily, "What's wro..."
She never finished her sentence.
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Dennis Guilder sat at his breakfast bar, yawning. He scratched his head and blinked, trying to focus on the television across the room. They were babbling about politics again, something Dennis could care less about. He stood slowly and shuffled across the floor, pouring more coffee in his old, college mug. He loved that mug, it was his favorite. He had received a mug from his senior year in high school as well, but that had gone in the trash a few months ago. There were some things he didn't want to remember. The smell made him smile, and he put the cup to his lips happily. "Nothing better than a good cup of coffee!" he said aloud. Except maybe a pussy. He shook the thought away, it was nothing new. He glanced back at the television, and his cup shattered on the ground.
"In other news, Taos new Mexico saw a grizzly scene today, a house was driven into repeatedly with what appears to have been a '58 Plymouth this Thursday, killing Joe Ackerman, his wife Leigh, and their two children."
Dennis grabbed the television with both trembling hands, his eyes wide. There were pictures being shown on the television, Joe, Leigh, their two children. Their images were blurred by the tears forming in his eyes. He could hardly hear the rest, "Experts on the scene......resembles attacks 17 years ago in Libertyville Pennsylvania......eyewitnesses unsure of driver......" He turned it off, and stumbled away from the television, his hand over his eyes. It was impossible....simply impossible!