Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Twenty-six day,

count them,

savor them,

for soon they’ll be gone,

disappearing into nothingness,

fading like the liffy,

So fear me,

fear my name,

fear my face,

for when you see it,

you’ll know your time is done,

so say it,

say it,

say it with me,

breath it,

drink it

take me all in,

you know it,

you feel it,

twenty-six days,

and we will be,

as one.