by Matthew Costello
TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS AGO, FIVE FRIENDS PLAYED A GAME.
But if it was just a game, why is there blood? If it was only in their imagination, why is it crawling toward them? If they thought it was dead, why are they still afraid?
To stop it is to believe in it. To believe in it is to sacrifice yourself to it. It could be anywhere…anyone…anything.