You looked away from the book, and at your finger. The dry blood, still there.
"Oh no." You said.
You grabbed a mirror, and looked at your eye, it was bloodshot, and your other eye was filling with red liquid, you looked along your neck and orange veins began to appear, faint but there.
You heard the key in the front door of your grandparents home turn, as they came home, jolly. You rushed to slam your door shut, as you pushed a wardrobe in front of the door to stop your family getting in.
You put the book down and sat on your bed, staring blankly as you began to feel unwell. The inevitable happened. You turned into the monster you were reading about.
Their story is now your story. They didn't mention one thing though. That while infected, you could still think. You could still feel. You could still see and taste and smell. You just couldn't control yourself.
Now... the terror begins again, but this time. You are patient zero.
YOU ARE READING
A Western Tale
HorrorYou thought you knew everything about the Wild West. That was until you found an old journal in your grandparents basement covering the horrific accounts of a mysterious illness that spread in the fictional town of Fort Worth in Tennessee. A shorter...
