The words "Jack! Help Jack" were cried
out. Followed by screams of absolute pain and
fear.
"This is all your fault, if it wasn't for
you he would have still been alive!"
shouted a grieving mother. These are the
nightmares Jack lives with ever since he was in
a fatal crash that ended the life of his beloved
Fiancé and infant daughter. That day he
should've died, but he didn't, his survival was a miracle.
This" nightmare" is different. there's
something off, it's almost like someone else is
controlling it. "Its seems you finally noticed
me. Fear me not mortal, for I am not here to
harm you."
A mysterious entity with a deep,
and somewhat echoey voice announced.
"You may wake up now" the voice declared.
Jack wakes up, he feels ill like after a long night of drinks after drinks, which is odd although; Jack dose occasionally drink a fair bit of rich wine, it isn't enough to make him pass out like a drunken junkie. His head feels like what can only be imagined as chugging down a cup full of razor blades, "ugh." He whimpers, he turns
to his clock on his night stand to see what the time it is. The alarm reads "12:37" around two hours before his sister Arthur arrives.
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<Introduction Into Insanity>
HorrorA past that is hidden behind a mask. The tale of tragedy, sorrow, and pure horror This story is from the perspective of "Jackson Smitt" and his descent into madness Ω
