THE BOY

The whispers, on the other hand, now felt overwhelming.

“Maaaaaaaaaaxxx…”

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax…”

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead. Moved by instinct, he couldn’t help but to respond.

“W-what do you want?”

“Heelp us, Maxxxx…”

“H-help?”

“Yesss…”

“Help with what?”

“We’re soo lonelyy, mAxxxx…”

“So, soo lonely”

At distance, he could hear what it sounded like a million of screams.

Agony.

Pure, plain agony.

What kind of twisted nightmare was that place?

What HAPPENED here?

“The bridge, Max…”

“T-the bridge?”

“Come to the border, Maax…”

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