Creepy standalone story by Jessica B. Bell on the Community Storyboard — go check it out and get this project by Charles and Ionia going strong again.
My dreams are haunted by laughter.
Not happy sounds, either, but perverse, pained laughter that sounds more animal than human. It comes in spasms and bursts, and is guttural and without mirth. It is always the same, and I wake up trembling; covered in sweat. These last few weeks, the trembling has gotten worse, and as I write this now, I realize that I am a dead man.
It started, as it would all eventually end, with laughter.
We had been sleeping at the base of the mountain, when Jenkins woke with a cry. Jenkins died a few weeks ago, and I couldn’t help but remember that it was him that had cried out; him that had drawn their attention to us. Not that it mattered. Had he not, we would have just died there in the jungle instead of back home in England.
We woke, startled, and the laughter…
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