It was a normal afternoon. He was chopping vegetables in his kitchen when he felt it. Wet and slimy landing on the back of his neck. Before he could reach for it, he felt it nip and the back of his neck and burrow into his spine. Before he could even scream he felt control wrestled away from him. He watched himself straighten up. Staring down at his own hands as if he were looking at them for the first time. He screamed behind his eyes as he reached for the knife. He turned it over in his hands curiously before plunging it deep into his neck. He screamed a silent scream of agony, watching his hands drag the blade across his throat. Gasping and gaging for air. He stayed bolt upright, not even able to scream as he felt himself blacking out. As everything began to fade he felt whatever it was craw out of his spine and he dropped to the floor.
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Goretober 2023
HorrorYou guessed it, still can't draw so we're back for Goretober year 4. I'm gonna do my best to write A short horror scene every day for every prompt. Wish me luck!
