Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

I’m getting closer,

can you feel me?

Can you smell me?

I know he can,

he sees me when he closes his eyes,

my rows of teeth,

my eyes of black,

I taunt him,

I laugh,

how helpless is he,

my servant,

my minion,

the first to die,

he can’t save you all,

but he’ll try.