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Chapter 4.
I swallow the last of the boy.
His glasses crunch between my molars like rock candy,the frames bending, snapping,metal scraping the roof of my mouth before sliding down with the rest.Warm.Thick.His blood coats my throat like melted caramel,only it's copper and panic instead of...
The sewer stinks like the bottom of a dumpster behind the Tilt-A-Whirl, all hot dogs and puke. My sneakers are soaked, squishing with every step. Maya's ahead of me, phone flashlight jittering like she's gonna drop it. She swore she saw the clown drag Timmy down here. I told her we should get...
The kid's screams bounce off the concrete sewer walls, shrill and piercing, like a toddler throwing a fit in an echo chamber. I can feel his terror coursing through me, adrenaline spiking like a cheap high, making my heart pound harder under this greasepaint and ruffled collar. He's flailing...
Chapter 1.
I died on a Tuesday. Black ice outside the 7-Eleven, skull cracked open like a dropped cantaloupe. Thought that was it—eternal void, maybe a harp solo if I got lucky.
Instead, I wake up choking on sewer water and the ghost of carnival corn dogs. My mouth tastes like cotton candy...