How did I become a catalyst for the void, exactly?
West Virginia is a lonely place to drive in the middle of the night. The switchbacks go all the way up one side of the state and down the other. You can never see another car for more than a few seconds, unless you’re following it or it’s following you. There is nothing on the radio, ever. There’s just you, your vehicle, and the road.
And the darkness.
If there is ever a time when The Void is present, 1:30 AM on a road outside Bartow, West Virginia is it. You don’t have to scream. You don’t even have to whisper. All you need to do is think a moment too long on The Void and it finds its way into your soul. You carry it with you when you leave, like a sick and frightened youth breaking quarantine.
Or ... wait. Was that you, or were you the one with the ramen?
