Ante Mortem

Alone within his bedroom at 10:30 pm on a Friday night, Jason rests two feet above the ground swaying left to right. A small red stool rests toppled over a foot below and a foot to the right. The struggle of life has forced itself out of the confines of his heart and filled the flesh on his face, growing darker and darker as it approaches bursting potential. A grasp of twine has forced a permanent crane into his neck.

Jason’s eyes, perpendicular to the ground, explode open revealing a devilish glow deep within. The grasp of evil extends it’s red hands…