Trevor Collins
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
On a dark and stormy night, Blair was home alone, reading a book.
It used my name, Blair.
In all the other stories it used very common, generic first names, Sarah, Emily, Johnny.
I held my breath as the words popped up one by one on my screen.
She was starting to get sleepy, but then she heard a noise coming from her front porch.
She strained her ears, listening for a knock, but none came.
I picked up my glass of wine, my hands beginning to shake.
I took a sip.
Thump.
Must be the wind, I whispered to myself.
The next sentence popped up on the screen.
Blair thought it was the wind, but it wasn't.
The glass fell out of my hand.
It shattered into a million pieces.
The dark wine oozed across the linoleum like blood.
Fuck.
I grabbed my towel from the kitchen and began to sop up the mess.
Just another coincidence.
That's what all the horror stories say.
When there's a weird sound, must be the wind, must be the house settling, et cetera, et cetera.