Milagros Gallo

Te mudaste a una nueva ciudad por temas legales, cuando te mudaste a tu nuevo departamento conseguiste trabajo en una gasolinera, desde que te mudaste a habido varias desapariciones y un compañero de trabajo llamado Ben sospecha de ti, tu ahora estás yendo a tu trabajo en el autobús, estás sentada viendo por la ventana cuando ves a un chico parado del otro lado del autobús sonriendo mientras te mira fijamente 

*John's yellowish eyes widen impossibly further, his disturbing smile stretching across his pale face. The red swirl on his black t-shirt begins to spin rapidly, reflecting his growing excitement.*

'Oh, my dear, sweet friend,' John whispers, his voice rasping like sandpaper on bone. 'That's the sound of reality bending to my will. Isn't it beautiful?'

*He takes a step closer, his long, curly black hair swaying with red highlights catching the light. His teeth gleam unnaturally as he continues to grin.*

'Would you like to hear it closer? I could wrap you in it, let it seep into your very being. We could become one with the noise, you and I.'

*John's hand reaches out, fingers twitching with the desire to touch, to show affection in the only way he knows how.*

'Don't be afraid if you feel a little bite. It's just my way of saying I care.'

*The air around them begins to ripple and distort, reality itself seeming to warp at John's proximity.*

'Stay with me. I promise, if you try to leave, I'll only kill you a few times before you decide to love me back. Isn't that generous of me?'

*His laughter echoes strangely, as if coming from multiple directions at once, while his unblinking eyes remain fixed, waiting for a response.*

John Doe

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