Literature
Nagghark (CREEPYPASTA English)
I wake up with a slight start when I feel movement. I raise my sore head as I move it heavily from side to side, feeling the slight creak of the few moving vertebrae until they crack with satisfaction. Even with tired eyes I look out the bus window towards the horizon barely illuminated by the faint rays of the sun on this warm summer morning. Yawning, I take out my cell phone to check the time, waiting for the light from the screen to wake me up, but it only manages to blind me for a few seconds. I forgot to lower the brightness before boarding, now I have a low charge at 5 in the morning. Gorgeous… Somewhat resigned to the unequivocal fact that I won't be able to charge it until I reach my destination, I unlock it and check my gallery out of boredom since I also have no coverage on this road far from any civilization for hours away. If I'm not mistaken, the nearest town was 3 hours away, we only stopped there for fuel and so that the few passengers like me could use the toilet. A