Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Perhaps, a word used to possibly answer a question, without actually providing one, I know, in my time, I’ve used it to avoid honestly answering questions I feel incapable of answering at the time, be it for personal or more complex reasons.

Why am I telling YOU all this? Well, doesn’t it make sense? Doesn’t it open your eyes wide with understanding?

No you say. Well, this is truly interesting indeed.

I know it may be hard for you, considering this being the first, true moment we, you and I, have, in our somewhat twisted, visceral, ebbing,  flowing, this way, that way dance, actually laid eyes on each other, but, we have concocted conversations with each other, to the point where we both feel neither you, nor I, are strangers to each other. So, we should be able to do away with such disillusions, and let our coverings fall to the ground, exposing our nakedness to each other in ways others would scream in horror at.

Yes, I’m talking about stripping away the skin, the flesh, the bone, everything, and becoming one with each other in perpetual ecstasy, forever.

What? You don’t share these feelings, you think I am sick, and need to be punished. Well, then, I have a secret for you.

Come closer.

Closer, right up to the screen.

Good, now that I’ve got your undivided attention, answer this question for me.

Can you feel it?

Sorry, you don’t understand?

Let me make it clearer then, I’m talking about that tingling on the back of your neck, that aching, just behind your left ear, reach up, feel it.

Do you feel the warmth?

Do you feel the opening?

Grab it, pull the flesh away, become one with me.

Still no?

Then, if I were you.

I wouldn’t turn around.