Haley Thistle

Gator Boyfriend 2 (special preview)

Added 2018-09-25 21:01:00 +0000 UTC

I feel this suffocating presence around them, like thick black tar and shit, it wafts in the air, clinging to me and forcing me down. I stare, seeing the face of the person is both familiar and strange. Their eyes are black and they looked aged. But I know them. It’s my friend.

I collapse on the stairs, holding my head in my hands as I feel the toxic magic that has drowned them reach it’s disgusting fingers towards me. I stand up, stepping away and take out my phone, calling the cops.

I wait on them at the door, trying to take in as much fresh air as I can before I have to take them back to the fourth floor.

The cops arrive and I shake the detective’s hand who leads the way. “I’m Detective Visage,” he says. “You reported a dead body?”

I nod. “I’m afraid so,” my throat is choking off on it’s own. “It’s my roommate.” I answer.

Detective Visage shakes his head. “That’s the third one today.”

I furrow my brow. “Third?” I lead him up the stairs, other cops trailing behind us as they guard the door and block off the stairs.

“Unfortunately,” Visage replies. “Not a good day, I can tell you that.” He looks up at me, seeming suspicious. “When was the last time you saw your friend?”

“Yesterday,” I reply, not liking the way his eyes were slicing into me. “He went to work around nine. He said he had plans that evening, but then he never called me or told me where it was.” I stop at the third floor and hold myself, taking a deep breath, feeling the sludge fill my throat again.

I point. “He’s at the top of the next flight,” I tell Visage.

Visage stops with me. “Can’t stomach it?”