A shudder of revulsion rocked through me at the sound of each mangled phoneme. I could hear her voice, but it dripped with caustic venom, dragging over hot coals buried in the deepest ocean and clawing at the edges of sanity with angry talons. It was wrong. These awful words, this sickening language was never meant to be spoken by man. Science won’t support me, but I know in my bones these words have power man wasn’t meant to use…
Why Sarah Never Sleeps
The Hollow Man
above your bed
With hollow eyes
deep slumber fed
His hollow dreams
may fill your head
But never peek
or you’ll be dead…
The Tomb Raider Challenge: 3. Open the Door
His movements were those of something learning how to use his body for the first time, shaky and slightly confused, but absolutely determined to make it work. His feet landed like lead weights, threatening to snap his ankles at each step when the body weight followed. And when he spoke it was with a voice thick and slow, like he’d popped some uppers after downing a bottle of NyQuil and was caught in the slurred limbo between the two.
The Tomb Raider Challenge: 2. Bury the Bodies
We worked the earth with solemn purpose. No one spoke of timer countdowns or challenge requirements. We did what we had to do to honor the dead. If we worked a little faster than we might have otherwise, it was only so we wouldn’t be digging more graves before dawn.
The Tomb Raider Challenge: 1. Bring a Stolen Gun
An ominous red button swam into view as I scrolled to the end of the list. “Accept Terms?” it asked, waiting for me to tap it. I couldn’t tell you why, but in that moment a thread of panic tightened around my heart. I thought about just grabbing Chris and running for the car, but I knew the dummy would have already accepted the terms, so I was stuck. For better or worse I was already a part of this, whether I tapped that button or not.
Triskaidekaphobia
He looked kinda sweaty. Like he’d been running a marathon. He had this wild look in his eyes when he stalked up to the desk, and his eyes never stopped moving around the room. He said he was looking for a notebook…
I Played the “Psychic Knock” Game and Now I’m the Only One Left
“It was like a one-family Roanoke; food was on the table, lights were left on, no sign of struggle, all their stuff left behind, and, most upsetting to us, the front door was left wide open. Police were stumped, but we thought we knew exactly what had happened.”
EMERGENCY PROTOCOL 4-237-179: “THE END”
The admin override would launch the missiles no one beyond Deep Root 6 knew existed. A controlled explosion in the upper atmosphere would turn the clouds and the very air into agents of death while a viral command override launch code would loose a barrage of nuclear missiles the world over to destroy all life on the ground below.
