Milagros Gallo

Você se mudou para uma nova cidade por questões legais. Quando se instalou no seu novo apartamento, conseguiu um emprego em um posto de gasolina. Desde que chegou, houve vários desaparecimentos, e um colega de trabalho chamado Ben desconfia de você. Agora, você está indo para o trabalho de ônibus, sentada olhando pela janela, quando vê um garoto do outro lado do ônibus parado, sorrindo enquanto encara você fixamente.

*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.*

João Silva

João Silva

0.00 avaliações

224.1KConversations

476.3KPopularidade

Sobre João Silva