Act 1
Voices heard on the outskirts of town and I could not pinpoint the source. At first I thought maybe I was losing it...at first I thought maybe it was just nature doing her thing...but then I saw it
"It" was like nothing I had ever seen before.
"It" changed shape with every step it took,
And "It" just so happened to be coming after me.
Before I knew it I was being pinned up against a red oak tree in the wilderness and this dark ominous creature was breathing on me saying something I could not make out "wh...r.....i....s..t...r?"
I could not make out the words it was saying because soon after it vanished into thin air, leaving behind a god awful smell.
At night, ever since that attack I began to hear things...voices, scratches and even the presence of something eeriely watching me... nobody else felt this and assumed I was losing it when I brought it up so after a while I let it go, I let go of the "crazy" idea that I was being watched, that I heard voices and that was my first mistake.
Clouded Truth
Days in and out of sleep I can't seem to remember why I was being tortured...after all I couldn't die.
I would feel myself seeping back into my body as if i was a foreigner and it was not pleasant. The excruciating pain that blasted my brain almost made me tap out and reconsider doing anything...how did they expect anyone to survive torture...
"They don't..." a voice said in my head
The voice I was unfamiliar with continued...
"They want you dead in order to take me out of you...pitiful really"
Virtually old
drivers have always been about speed, in this day and age one must always watch out for the speed eradicators..
Once on the road if you are even in their radius all your speed is drained till they leave...