JV Hampton-VanSant
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
He reaches the end of his row and swings into yours, taking his demented time, drawing out the terror, twenty seats away.
Long dagger teeth, classic movie ghoul Rictus.
His gaze sprays sharp-cut light across your row, and you can't believe what you see.
Everywhere the beams touch, the scenery ripples and blurs, revealing a milky, movie-glossed glimpse into an alternate reality.
In this other world, every abandoned seat appears occupied, a jam-packed theater.
All around, patrons slump in their seats, heads lolling to the bone.
Only they're not sleeping.
You shudder, swallow hard on raw panic.
The ragged tooth bite marks staining every throat promise they're as dead as you're about to be.
You scream, shackles rattling.
Page six in the invisible script, and you still haven't found the damn key.
Your index finger, besides being sliced to gills, won't bend.
An infected incision runs the length of your finger, knotted with thick black stitches where the twisted bastard sewed you together again, where he inserted a surprise.
You pinch the malformed tip of your finger.
The key's teeth poke sideways like a growth beneath your skin.
No time to think about this.
Grave shovel footsteps scraping ever closer, your watcher sweeps rays of throat-massacred illusions across the theater like the flashlights of a gawky usher.
Wielding the razor blade in your good hand, you saw your stitches, popping them one by one.