This Sunday. I don’t like to think about the poor souls in my lost village.

She doesn’t welcome outsiders into her family.

She lived a long life on a nearby farm. She was a good girl.

Ron said that, not me. The guy threw up at the sight of my blood, so I don’t think he took a proper look. My left hand is practically non-existent though.

Rad Ron. I miss him.

I was still processing the paranormal horrors I witnessed. The adrenaline has worn off though. I’m glad I can’t see the gore beneath my bandages.

Sorry for the late reply — I’m currently recovering in the hospital. Fair points, but I wasn’t lying. I mean… I learned all of that from town gossip on a Facebook page, so maybe it wasn’t the most reliable source of information. Ron really wanted to know why Billy would bring him back. The truth is that he’s just a psycho. He didn’t need much of a reason. And he’ll certainly rot in prison for savagely attacking me, even if I omit the supernatural elements from my story.

I thought the same thing. Poor Ron.

He degloved my left hand and took a chunk of flesh out of my right arm, but I have one working hand, and I’m not limbless. Just waiting for an ambulance.

Hi, guys. It’s John. That was the most horrifying thing I’ve ever witnessed. Worse than Billy’s transformation. An emaciated humanoid with black eyes — Det, I assume — just drained Ron of his soul. I watched my friend wither away before my very eyes. Horrible.
What a mental month. I befriended a guy who died in 1987 and, hopefully, helped him return his soul to the afterlife.
But I don’t think anything will ever be “tubular” again. I fear that other people like Billy Riley are out there. Well, not people.

I think she confused me for Terrence at first, but I suppose you could be correct.

I think it knows exactly what it’s asking. Are you able to hide? Like u/Staggeringpage8 said, I don’t think either option would be safe.

You’re not wrong.

The difference between my experience and your example of science fiction is that Edward isn’t simply a technological consciousness. I fear he did something supernatural to his soul. How else do you explain the fact that he crawled out of the screen? If this could be explained by the laws of physics, I might not feel so terrified right now.

As for Instagram, I have no idea. I suppose they take instances of hacking accounts seriously when those accounts belong to dead people.

I suppose you’re right. Perhaps I should do some research on greycode. Edward can enter our world, so I don’t think I’ll ever be safe. I really thought the horror would end after he died.