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6/30/2025, 6:59:41 AM
>>40630059
> he mumbles, “some names shouldn’t come back”
> then walks into the back and never returns
so yeah,
> we live on the road now
> don’t stay in one place more than a week
> grandma says it’s the only way to keep it confused
> keep it chasing shadows
> but sometimes I hear it catch up
> it knocks on motel windows
> it leaves handprints on the mirrors
> it whispers through payphones even though I never dial
> always the same question:
> “Will you name me?”
> grandma died two months ago
> peacefully, in her sleep
> left me a note:
> “Don’t name it. No matter what it looks like. No matter who it looks like.”
> now it’s just me
> and the thing in the woods
> but it’s not in the woods anymore
> it's *everywhere* I go
> sometimes it looks like grandma
> sometimes it looks like Cora
> once it looked like me again
> but it’s taller now
> longer
> like it's learning how to wear me better
> tonight, it didn’t knock
> it came through the door
> and asked again
> “What’s my name?”
> and God help me
> for a second
> I almost answered
> alone now
> been months since grandma died
> drifting from place to place
> no home, no friends, no real identity
> just the spike
> the road
> and the thing that won’t stop following
> no matter where I go
> no matter how fast I run
> it finds me
> it’s smarter now
> used to knock, now it whispers through *people*
> met a girl at a diner
> cute, funny, easy to talk to, yall would like her
> talked about horror movies and music
> felt almost normal
> until she leaned in close
> and whispered, “you look tired. Want to tell me my name now?”
>fuckme
> stood up and walked out
> she didn’t follow
> but when I looked back, *every person in the diner* had her face
> decide to go back
> not to Devil’s Gut
> that place’s gone now
> but to where it started
8/?
> he mumbles, “some names shouldn’t come back”
> then walks into the back and never returns
so yeah,
> we live on the road now
> don’t stay in one place more than a week
> grandma says it’s the only way to keep it confused
> keep it chasing shadows
> but sometimes I hear it catch up
> it knocks on motel windows
> it leaves handprints on the mirrors
> it whispers through payphones even though I never dial
> always the same question:
> “Will you name me?”
> grandma died two months ago
> peacefully, in her sleep
> left me a note:
> “Don’t name it. No matter what it looks like. No matter who it looks like.”
> now it’s just me
> and the thing in the woods
> but it’s not in the woods anymore
> it's *everywhere* I go
> sometimes it looks like grandma
> sometimes it looks like Cora
> once it looked like me again
> but it’s taller now
> longer
> like it's learning how to wear me better
> tonight, it didn’t knock
> it came through the door
> and asked again
> “What’s my name?”
> and God help me
> for a second
> I almost answered
> alone now
> been months since grandma died
> drifting from place to place
> no home, no friends, no real identity
> just the spike
> the road
> and the thing that won’t stop following
> no matter where I go
> no matter how fast I run
> it finds me
> it’s smarter now
> used to knock, now it whispers through *people*
> met a girl at a diner
> cute, funny, easy to talk to, yall would like her
> talked about horror movies and music
> felt almost normal
> until she leaned in close
> and whispered, “you look tired. Want to tell me my name now?”
>fuckme
> stood up and walked out
> she didn’t follow
> but when I looked back, *every person in the diner* had her face
> decide to go back
> not to Devil’s Gut
> that place’s gone now
> but to where it started
8/?
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