**This takes place after chapter one of The Roundhead and before chapter two**
He sits on the toilet, his eyes glued to his iPhone, moving quickly down each line as he nervously reads the story, as he gets closer to the ending, his eyes begin to slowly grow wide with wonder, and anticipation. His mouth slightly opens, a sting of drool drops from it, and runs down his chin, he quickly tries to brush it away with his shoulder, he freezes, and takes a quick, deep breath in, holding onto it as he reads the last few lines of the story, letting out a nervous laugh as he presses the share button and begins writing a comment in the box.
“Sammy are you done in there yet?” a woman’s voice calls from the other side of the door.
“Just a minute Mum, almost!”
“Well hurry up, you’ve been in there for almost ten minutes, remember there are other people who need to use the toilet besides you in this house!”
“I know, just a minute,” he yells back as he presses send on the comment and places the phone on the ground as he quickly wipes himself and flushes the toilet, he pulls his jeans up and stuffs his phone back into his pants and opens the door, his mother is nowhere to be seen.
“It yours!” he yells out, but she doesn’t reply, “Mum, I said I’m done, it’s yours if you want it, although you might want to wait a minute!” but she still doesn’t reply, he walks into the bathroom and half-heartily washes his hands and makes his way to the living room. “Mum, I said I’m done, it’s your….” His words trail off as he walks around the corner and into the living room, where his mother stands, her eyes lock with his and then, slowly guide his towards a pale, flickering image of a man, his eyes black pools of nothingness. Sam feels his body become ridged, tense, frozen, the hair on the back of his neck stands up as the man looks over at him and beings to speak.
“From words said and read, more join its collection of the dead, as it harvests each soul, deep do they sink into its hole, you fear it, you know it, for it has a name, you read it, you spread it, and now your life does it claim, your family now suffers as it comes for you all, so say it, so speak it, for its answered your call, you know its name, you know what will be, so say it, so speak it, say The Roundhead!” and then disappears, his mother slowly looks over to him as the lights in the living room explode, bursting violently, like the forth of July, and then, she begins to scream as Sam feels a towering figure slowly rise up from behind him. He sucks in a deep, long breath and tightly closes his eyes, as he feels something wet, warm, and sticky drip onto his shoulder, and he slowly turns his head, peaking out of one eye.
WILL YOU, SHARE THE FEAR?
All artwork by Yazgar, check his stuff out when you can!