Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Conner presses his hands against his head and lets out a silent scream inside his muddled mind, crescendoed by a shrill of ecstasy as he tears his eyes open and finds the landscape again reset, and he is once more at the forest centre. Sweat, tears, and blood stream down his face, and his heart skips several beats, then rushes forward as it tries to catch back up, then stops once again. He squeezed his eyes closed, then opens them a handful of seconds later, then starts screaming like a madman possessed by the devil himself.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” he screams, as he starts pounding his head with firmly clenched fists from both sides, as he clenches his teeth tightly closed, spitting a sea of saliva as he growls and bared them like a wild animal. “I-I-I, I C-C-CAN’T…” he mumbles through wild eyes. “W-W-WHY C-C-CAN’T I-I-I…” he continues as he stumbles through the undergrowth like a lost sheep trying to find its pack.

Seconds soon pass into minutes, and then those minutes into hours as he stumbles helplessly forward. He looks up into the sky and blinks haphazardly, cowering from the unyielding rays of the sun with a hiss and a spit that would make a vampire jealous.

He stops, turns his head to the left, then the right, stands up straight and tall, correcting his posture as he does, and smiles broadly. “You can’t, because you’ve only got yourself to blame,” he says, then he hunches over again and drops to his knees.

“W-W-Why is it m-m-my fault? W-W-W-Why can’t i-i-it be your f-f-fault?” he stammers as he stares emptily at his torn, and tired hands. “W-W-Why can’t y-y-you take t-t-the blame f-f-for once?”

He stands up proudly once more, a sneer carved across his lips. “Because we, and you know when I say we, I mean me and you,” he says as he thrust his thumb from his chest to his chest. “WE! We are the same MOTHER-FUCKER, and blaming one, is just like blaming the other, yet taking responsibility, that needs to be done by just YOU! NOT ME!”

He drops to his knees as a sea of fresh tears stream down his face. “I-I-I, I never b…”

He leaps to his feet and scoffs. “You never what? You never blamed me?”

“STOP!” he screams as he falls to the ground, folds himself in half, and cries at the sky, his face twisting. “STOP PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH!”

“All the words are only coming from YOUR mouth, because it’s the only mouth WE have,” he spits sarcastically as he stands over his own twisted shadow.

“W-W-What if I-I-I,” he stammers as he falls to the ground, cowering from the silhouette that still stands proudly above him. “W-What if I give you c-control. C-Can you get us out of here?”

He smiles broadly and shakes his head despairingly. “You know that’s not gonna happen, and we definitely can’t go anywhere without him.”

“H-H-Him?” he asks nervously.

“Close your eyes,” he says.

“I-I-I, I don’t w-w-want to, I-I-I, I don’t w-w-want to go back to the s-start.”

He stands up tall, not as proudly as he did before, and sucks in a stuttered breath. “You’ve got to some time kid, and we both know when you do, you’ll go all the way back to where he’s dying.”

“C-C-Can’t we call f-for help? C-C-Can’t we save him?”

He smiles broadly. “We could, if we could get out of this forest, and if we were real.”

“W-W-We’re n-n-not real?” he stammers as he begins to cry once again.

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