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A rolling cold sensation started at the nape of my neck and worked its way down my back and then my arms.
That’s a little weird,
SOLD.
Reggie didn’t have time to dodge out of the way.
Brain-shattering illumination
“But he isn’t happy.”
“He says his turkey is too dry,”
“But he’s really mad.”
a satisfied sigh.
If only I had known then what I know now, I would have dragged the thing out of the house at that very second.
In the dark, however, all manner of paranoias run the asylum of our minds.
And what if Wendy was right, and I did read too many true-crime books?
I prefer happy endings, not bloody ones.”
Crash. Burn. Flames and cries of despair. All hope… gone.
I had hoped to wake up refreshed that morning. Instead, I found a low-grade anxiety waiting for me, greeting me as I opened my eyes on the new day. And I couldn’t seem to shake it.
It was like I had unlocked a secret door that must never be opened.
Jealousy stabbed my heart at how easy it was for the device to slip out of functioning and into a state of rest.
I cracked it open at the spot I had left the bookmark and started reading. Or rather, trying to read.
I finished a page, then realized I hadn’t really read it, so I started over.
Zero days without incident.
She was like her old self again… only different in a way.
The table,
Everything changed when the table came into the house.
There can’t be something wrong with the table, can there?
She seemed normal again.
A storm was coming. Would we be ready for it?
You need to get rid of that table. Don’t just sell it or donate it, either. You need to burn it.”
Do yourself a favor… no, do us all a favor, and destroy it.”
The nightmare was over. But in another way, it was just beginning.
“Crazy is waking up in the middle of the night to find your wife standing over you with a knife and meat fork, ready to dig in like you’re a Thanksgiving turkey.
“I’ve got a chainsaw in the barn,”
My head slammed into the unforgiving surface. Then, my world went black.
Rough rope bound my hands on the opposite side of whatever structure I’d been tied against.
WENDY WTF
Then it was lights out, Scotty.
Stupid physics.
Wendy, whom I now understood to be possessed by the spirit of the serial killer, Edgar James Rush.
“Measure this!”
In the other, she held Tory’s severed head, gripping it by the hair. Blood still steadily dripped from the stump of a neck.
which, mind you, was still on fire.
possessed by a murderous spirit, out of her mind, and thrashing about like a crazed animal
“Live stream?” I said. “I thought she was just recording it.”
“She kept me in the barn for three days.”
Several gun reports rang out in quick succession, and all the bullets reached their target.
And they were blue once more.
“Goodbye, Scotty,”
My house could burn… the whole world could burn for all I cared. My Wendy was gone.
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I might as well have died in there.
I would live. I would go on. But thankfulness was the farthest thing from my heart.
OMG CRYING
