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>(OP)Do you know the myth about the Corpse witch of the Pacific Northwest? They say she can reanimate the dead. Does anyone have experience with her or is this just another fake myth?
>>Yeah OP, she reanimated your mom so I can bang her lol
>>Op are you a virgin?
>>If you wanted to have a real myth Op maybe give us some background on this witch of yours lol.
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You chuckle at the thread. It brings you a small amount of joy to read all the nonsensical comments and stories. Somedays you wish the stories could be true, then you remember reality and are always disappointed.
Thankfully your shift is ending and you are going home with some snacks and drinks the manager allowed you to take because they are expiring today.
"Hey thanks again for the free food Jeff." He nods at you before manning the counter. Small mercies of having a good boss even when the job sucks.
The bag brightens your mood from the soul sucking work day, you walk happily down the streets of your small town. The peace and quiet flood your body, rejuvenating the bone deep weariness.
The closed down stores do sadden you. I's been some 6 odd years since you ran away from the old life you had. It seems the town is dying out. Not enough jobs and not enough young people. Same as any other towns like it, entropy comes for all and won't leave even good places like this alone.
A sigh leaves you as the solitude fills you with peace once more. You know you will die in this town, more than likely alone with no family or friends. You can't bring yourself to truly be open with people again. You know you don't deserve anything good anymore. That opportunity passed ages ago.
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*SNAP**GROWL*
What was that? That didn't sound good. You stop and listen, the peace you had is now shattered.
The noise continues. It's ahead of you in a nearby alley. You inch yourself forward, your heart screaming at you in your ears.
The sound gets louder the closer you get. You stop next to the entrance of the alleyway and peer in. A sense of wrongness creeps up your back in full at what you see.
A person bent over eating something. At first you think it's a homeless man eating from the dumpster, but the blood on the ground tells you otherwise. The crunching of something hard plummets your heart to your feet. Your breath comes shallow at the scene being presented to you, no matter how hard your brain fights the scene comes alive in your head.
Cannibalism. Too much blood, the crunching, the bent over man, everything points to it. You feel sick at the realization.
*cling*
Your heart stops.
It turns around.
It faces you.
You were never a religious man, but you prayed in that moment.
The human isn't right. It's all wrong.
It growls and you run. You run with no direction, you run with no stop as you hear the monster behind you growl and scream in malice and hunger. You pant like mad, your lungs burn in pain from intense use. Your heart thumps wildly like a herd of buffalos.
But you keep running. If you stop you will die. So you keep running without much thought. Eyes only watching the road but not the direction.
Pavement becomes packed dirt then grass. Soon it becomes tree roots and bushes. You still don't think. You run like a prey animal.
The monster follows like the reaper itself, you swear you feel the hot breath on your back. You start to believe that this is it. you will die in the forest and be eaten like the other man.
But impossibilities are common today, or else why would there be a house becoming clearer in front of you? Truthfully it's more of a shack but it's something to put yourself between you and the monster for even a minute.
You run harder and behind you hear a smacking noise and the pressure of death leave you. You tackle open he door and slam it shut. You sigh and look see the inside for the first time. Covered in dust and empty.
"Hello is anyone home?! There is a monster outside and I need help!" The house stays empty for a minute. Rustling comes from the nearby couch covered in blankets.
Out comes a woman looking severely malnourished and shoddy. Hair in knots and tangles. Her eyes are dull and glassy as if she just woke up. She looks at you in barely aware consciousness.
"A monster?" She whispers in confusion. You nod.
"Huh. Want some help with it?" The question stuns you at the sheer idea of it. You nod unconsciously and the women yawns as response. Can she really help with the monster?