You feed her body to necrophagous fish, confident that there are no witnesses.
You don’t notice us watching in dull horror… acknowledge our presence only with a shiver.
Don’t you know her cries echoed into our homes, disturbing the whisper-thin mist separating our world from yours?
Our moans erupt into white plumes, thickening the fog… smoky curtains ending the macabre show.
Someday, you’ll stare into the mist long enough to see the malignant eyes staring back at you.
You’ll get lost, driving through the filmy hell… to find your way to the unwilling spectators that you’ve haunted for so long.
hi FF family! i’ll read your stories later ^^ promise. im still not feeling well but there’s just no way in hell im missing this week’s FF! especially with such a cool photo. also, i don’t know abt these ads that keep showing up. they’re quite irritating. >< have a great week.