Today there are five signs you have never heard of in the astrology posts. You must have missed something, but you’d feel awkward asking someone to explain. You reblog the post. This has always been your sign. Outside your window, the stars are strange.
He is an outlier and should not have been counted. He should never have been counted, I tell you! The fools, they wouldn’t listen, and now it cannot be undone! Lightning flashes. Screams rend the air.
tfw no gf. tfw no notes. tfw no followers. tfw no wifi. tfw scream throat raw. tfw - you wake drenched in sweat and grasp blindly for your phone. You have been tagged in a post about a dog, and you laugh. You laugh, in your bed at 3am. You laugh. You are never alone. Does that comfort you? Does it?
You have the perfect reaction gif for that post. You remember saving it, though it seems so long ago now. Perhaps this subfolder will be the one. Yes. Soon. You’re so close now. Why is your family crying, when you are on the cusp of greatness? You cannot trust them. You know what you must do.
You wake up in the woods, covered in text posts. It’s happening again.
poet: hoe don’t do it
poet: oh my god
You stare into the camera like you’re on the office. Nobody knows where the film crew came from, or what they want, only that they are cruel and pitiless, their smiles like knives. Keep staring, for all our sakes.
There is smudged writing on your hand. It is your own name.
Free him. Free him. The chant haunts your dreams. Free him. Only the faithful will be spared his wrath. The ritual calls for blood. You do not know how much longer you can resist.
“put a symbol in my ask!” The symbol in the anonymous message was not on the list, but it feels …. familiar. You watch your hands as if in a dream. The answer they type is poorly punctuated and grotesquely personal. Three people unfollow you.
Grant Wood reblogs your regional gothic post. He tags it #and now the weather. You delete your blog.