Trust me when I tell you my tale is real. I was there. I saw it happen. I know most will find it hard to swallow. For all those who find it hard to believe, please keep in mind that I’m only telling my tale to help others. In fact, it pains me to even think about what happened, much less talk about it. I hope that in hearing my tale that it can keep others from meeting this unfortunate fate.
The engine of Mateo’s Cessna 208 hummed like a metallic wasp as the blur of the propeller quivered outside the windshield. Far below, 20,000 feet to be exact, the Colombian shore gave way to the gentle lapping of the Atlantic. The turquoise water was calm today and the sky was clear, spotted by the occasional cloud. This was good for Mateo, good for his flight and good for business. His last trip had been plagued by a massive storm coming off the ocean and had rattled his brains along with his cargo. What exactly he had been carrying, Mateo didn’t care. He never asked questions. That’s how someone in his line of work stayed in business and stayed alive. It had been the same procedure with the current shipment, no questions, one drop off, and fifteen percent of the cut was his.
My head hurts. I can't move my body. I look at her. Scared for her life.
A few days ago I met this girl while grabbing a coffee from the corner store/cafe. As usual, I was taking some pictures of the area for a newspaper ad when she tapped on my shoulder and asked what I was doing. I told her I was taking pictures of residents for a local newspaper and that I've never seen her before, as this store is where I go every weekend to take photos. She replied that she was going to school in the area and had started working part-time for some extra money.
Hello All, it's been awhile but here I am once more. Like I may have mentioned before I love horror movies, and since the only thing, that really scares me is.....ZOMBIES. I can handle Michael Myers and Freddy, but humans tearing into my flesh and eating me alive is very scary.
The boy would be safe here, tucked up inside the toy cupboard. Surely, he would be safe.
I sat alone in a darkened room. The light flickered through the window due to the odd car that flew past at high speed.
“The still night air hangs heavy in the forest valley, clouds have overtaken the moon, cutting light and visibility between the trees into mere shreds of their former glory. If you were to stand absolutely still and listen intently you’d slowly begin to realise, there are no sounds, anywhere. The nocturnal creatures have hidden themselves away in fear of what prowls the landscape, clinging to the shadows and moving at an impossible pace, this shadow looms especially dark, almost void like, as it traverses the valley in its insatiable lust for prey, nothing but carnage litters it’s path, large chunks smashed out of previously healthy living trees, entire tracts of plant life, rotted beyond recognition and the putrefying carcasses of any creature unfortunate enough to be uncovered from its hiding place.”