Kill Creek

by Scott Thomas

“Funny thing about rumors,” Sebastian said softly. “It doesn’t matter if they’re true or false, only that people believe them.”

Yes, even the Adudel book deserved to exist, because the man himself had sat down and pounded keys until all of the clutter in his brain was carefully organized and displayed for others to experience. This is why we do it, Sebastian told himself as he looked down the row of leather-bound tomes. To live on. To exist when we stop existing. To be remembered.

“The goal of the written word has always been to explain to man those things which seem unexplainable. We write to understand the world but, more importantly, we write to understand our place in it.

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.’ Lovecraft said that, and for good reason. When our fate is uncertain, our minds naturally lead us to the worst possible scenario.

That’s the root of all fear: the loss of control. Not being able to stop the evil.”

“This is the key to true horror,” Sebastian said with a confidence none of them could dispute. “If you believe it’s real, then it’s real.”

Love is warmth. It’s like Greek fire; no matter how much others try to dampen it, it only grows more intense.

Grief eats your youth.