I Thought I Matched With A Beautiful Woman On Tinder, But It Turned Out To Be A Nightmare (Part 1)
I wiped the sleep from my eyes. The clock across the room glared red, 3:32 AM. Who could have possibly texted…
I wiped the sleep from my eyes. The clock across the room glared red, 3:32 AM. Who could have possibly texted…
“H̷̸͕̣̥̺̰̲̥̹̺̮̃́ͮ͗ͤ͊ͤͫͧͥ̈͒̆ͣ́ͦ̋ͫͩ͘I̡̤͓͈̬̙͒͂ͩͦ̓̏ͣ̅ͪ̓͐͛͂͢͠”
It wasn’t until about 34 hours later — I was well into Virginia at this point — when my old man’s story nudged its way into my consciousness.
I was never a heavy sleeper, the slightest noise waking me up from the depths of unconsciousness.
I first noticed it in class.