Life. It wasn't supposed to end like that. But it did.
Kids. What can we really say? They have their imaginations, something we seem to lose as soon as we hit that tender age where sex becomes the only thing on the mind. But I'll never get to that age now, will I?
The abrupt jangle of the house phone makes me jump; tearing me away from the gripping clutches of the book of dark tales I hold tightly gripped in my hands. The story I am immersed in is a tale of two horrors, woven with strands of malevolence that grips a poor soul. The unfortunate protagonist is a mere teenager, just two years my senior.
