Re-Animator's Green Glow: When Death is Just the Beginning... of Something Worse (And the Nightly Storyteller's Descent)
“Death is just the beginning... of something worse.” 🕯️ Monologue: Of Time, Teeth, and Torn Edges (And a Car I Don't Remember Driving) There are things I can't unsee—scratches on the inside of my eyelids, memories I don’t remember making. But worse than the visions are the interventions. My schedule rearranges itself. My days compress. My reflection bends back at me like it's mocking the very idea of control. It’s not paranoia if you’re right, right? Every time I think I’m steering this life, something jerks the wheel. Missed alarms I didn’t set. Phone calls I never placed. Then there was the car. My car. Found totaled outside an abandoned gas station I've never been to. They said it must've been stolen. But the keys? Still in my coat pocket. Now I’m stuck carpooling with Val, who insists it’s safer with the sun rising later and “monsters crawling in early.” Val’s joking. I think. But the way she watches me now—like she’s waiting for something to hatch—I’m not so s...