She will start seeing
things, I explain to her.
The closer to the top of
the list you get the more you see.
It had started happening
to me when I reached number two. It
started as shadows. They grew thicker as
time went on. They took shape. They looked
almost human, but slightly off.
Some were too thin, or
too tall. One had the shape of three
heads.
When I had reached the
top of the list I could see their faces.
Those hollow, rotted eyes were watching me.
I didn’t see them all the
time, though. Just in glimpses, in
passing, out of the corner of my eye.
Bella listens to me, not
speaking, tears running down her face, and Randy stroking her back.
I look at her.
How long does she have?
Her sanity is shredded,
and her nerves are shot.
I wonder if she would
take care of things before the he/she/it had a chance.
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