Prologue
It was a crisp winters night in Northside County, it was that particular time in late January where there was no longer any frost, but simply biting cold air in what felt like a completely empty atmosphere. Just about a mile away from the town was Manson Acres where a stoic Tyler Cooper was walking down the road, his tall black silhouette cast shadows from the artificial amber glow of the street lamps.
His breath formed swirls of mist with every exhalation and he decided to slide his exposed hands inside his coat pockets to retain some warmth. His footsteps echoed up and down around him only to be interrupted by an excruciating stab of recollection that shot through his brain as if forcing itself through a wall he had built to protect himself.
The events had played in his head so many times over that he did not know whether he could trust their accuracy or if his own perceptions had rewritten how the events unfolded.
The dead, lifeless eyes. The way it moved so swiftly out of the darkness.
The blood.
The blood was the most vivid memory of all.
In any way he thought of it, one thing was certain, this was all his doing.
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Thirteenth
HorrorAn enticing, nail biting story that invites you in a world you've never been before. A roller coaster journey of nightmares, dead bodies of women, and lurking monsters packed with betrayals, love, sacrifices, difficult choices, and the strange arom...
