It was a pretty simple statement.
There are four lights.
And, as Joe stared the statement, it appeared to darken almost imperceptibly.
There are four lights.
His eyelid twitched. He stared at it transfixed.
There are four lights.
The hairs on the back of his neck rose, and he felt as if ants with icy-cold feet were marching over the surface of his brain.
There are four lights.
With a almost audiable 'snap', Joe's sanity abandoned him, and he ran, screaming, out into the wilderness. Later he would be found dead, alongside a tree with four precise circles of bark stripped away. The coroner would record a verdict of suicide, and Joe would leave behind nothing but a souless obituary in the local newspaper.
There are fnord lights. |
