White text on a black background. The word film is highlighted in green. Just as I'm about to move, the shadow beats me to it. There's a hiss and a flare of light— and then a match glows in the darkness, illuminating a familiar face. "Don't freak out." It's Mystery Boy. In my room. In my bed. To my credit, I do not, in fact, freak out. I do, however, say a little too loudly: "What the fuck?" That wakes Andee up. Mystery Boy doesn't seem to care. Not that I'd expect him to. He is a hallucination, after all. The lights go on. I expect Mystery Boy to vanish as soon as the light touches him, but no, he's still there. I can smell the acrid smoke as his match burns down. It's a pretty vivid hallucination. Great work, Brain. You really pulled out all the stops on this one. Now that Andee is awake, and the lights are on, most of my fear has faded. It's not real. It can't be real. It's just another aimless scheme my trauma-fried brain cooked up to scare me. The latest snuff film in my imagination's endless reels of false horrors. First Mystery Voice, now Mystery Boy. So many mysteries, I'm practically the schizo version of Scooby Doo. Next thing I know, Mr. Queen will be dressing up in ghost costumes to scare away anyone who threatens to expose his unethical business practices. Mystery Boy raises his hands. "I'm not here to" "Uh, bro?" Andee asks slowly. "Who the Hell is that?" I can only imagine the look on my face. "Hang on. You can see him?"
Today’s #WIPsnips word is #film. I think this is another repeat scene, introducing Red (everyone’s least favorite hallucination boyfriend).
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