Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

But, that’s not the place to start, there is somewhere even more important to, so let’s get that out of the way first, before I fill your head with the terrible realities that will be your life soon.

Time, this is always a tricky subject, I mean, what is time really? Is it fluid? Is it firm? Can it be toyed with? I’m sure you’ve all answered differently, because, that’s what time ultimately is, it’s nothing, it’s unmeasurable , you can see it, you can’t touch it, you only feel it’s existence, and through that we believe we understand it, but, we don’t. Time is still, silent and so much more than a mere moment in our lives, it’s, endless, or, so it was thought, or not. That’s what started all this, or ended it, I mean, does any of that make sense, or do it just seem like gibberish? It’s like I looked into a well and saw my reflection and in it, I was trying to tell myself something, trying to guide my past or future self towards something, towards a mystery that only I knew how to work out, had I know at the time, that, well, time was the enemy, it’s like somehow I suddenly I had time, and then I had none, in a matter of moments, when the clock skipped a few seconds, and then minutes, until the year ended, and I was alone, in the darkness, like everyone else was, somewhere, lost in their own heads, as oblivion took over and, I forget why I even started this.