Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
you could hear the creaking, bloodthirsty voice, calling out to you by name. you could hear his yellow smile, tongue licking his lips at the thought of finally getting to the main course.
your friends? simple appetizers. not as filling but the slasher ached for more and he was ready to enjoy his meal.
oh, how naive he is.
a dark grin slides across your face, eyes red with hunger and teeth gnashing with delight. did he not know? did he not know what a real monster is, how a real monster would hunt?
poor, poor man.
oh, what a shame it will be to tear his throat out, cut open his gut, and feast on his intestines, becoming drunk on his blood and the flesh of his lungs.
oh, what a shame it will be.
you slowly open the closet door, your stomach growling in impatience.
it was time for the hunt to begin.
It started as a spur of the moment trip with your friends. Despite your best efforts you are the only one left alive and the slasher is closing in on your position. While you lament the loss of your friends now that you are alone… Now you can show the slasher what a REAL monster looks like.