JV Hampton-VanSant

Inside the flesh of your mangled leg, something twitches, something hideous pokes, squirms, a new nightmare being born.

A bladed arachnid hand bursts from your flayed flesh.

You scream and scream as that festering stump gash births a nightmare arm with shadowy bones.

It coils, snake-like.

and a bladed hand rears back, ready to strike, ready to cleave you down the center and open you wide, exposing every real-world tragedy you ritually hide from.

You grope for a weapon while the projector ticks out a grainy movie reel countdown.

Four, three, two...

A final message appears on your beloved silver screen.

You chose wrong.

The monster I am is the monster in you.

Ready for our sequel?

Choose one.

A. Face yourself.

B. Game over.