Bogleech.com's 2013 Horror Write-off:
Submitted by (Unknown)I always like things that didnt make sense.
They made sense in a diffrent world.
You could use it as a treadmill.
Ha, im doing a good job ,arent I?
Well, trying to be interesting is hard, I assire you.
What was that?
You know ,it, on the table.
I really dont know, you didnt give me a chancr.
The man left the hiuse, slamming the door behind him.
His thoughts whirled with trivia, such as the number four meant death in certain languages, and other things.
Ha, ha ha.
Afraid of numbers?
He thought as he came down the street.
Something horrible awated him.
But not there.
Or in that instance of time.
He laughed at the thing he saw.
The creature waited.
It was waiting for a pattern.
Ha, ha ha ha.
The dog glared, and bit him.
He was home, or was a dream.
The problem was that you usually dont wake up from a nights sleep at the front door.
Reality shifting is odd.
Sometimes the universe wont let you go.
So, it does things such as that.
Realizing the man would have a heart attack from shock.
He'll catch you.
The tall one.
You thought it was over?
You werent right then ,Jonathan.