Vincent was sitting at his table, staring at his drink. Thoughts were racing madly through his head.
"Is this curse actually real? I don't know what's going on anymore. Everything is moving like a dream. I just need some real sleep...but these nightmares...."
He polished off his whiskey tumbler.
"Beer me", he called, holding his empty glass in the air, eyes still focused on where the drink had just been.
The TV clicked onto the news. This time, the nightly startling discovery was a very familiar one. Tobias was the kid in the highschool yearbook picture they used for dramatic identification purposes. He looked so young and naive.
Vincent sat at the booth, overwhelmed by the tragic news... and fell asleep.
Dun Dunn Dun Dun DUNN ding
Welcome back, little sheep. Teehehehe, well well you've all come so far. Pity that there can only be one, survivor! Wait, what am I saying, there are no survivors! Sorry to get your hopes up there kids bahahahah.
Night 5 start
