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  • (dramatic music)

  • - [Narrator] Monsters are real.

  • The story you are about to hear

  • was attempted to be verified by internet sleuths.

  • What they found only raised more questions.

  • (dramatic music)

  • There was no way Dylan should have survived the car wreck.

  • He was driving 30 miles above the speed limit,

  • passing up cars like he was on a race track

  • when he clipped the fender of a station wagon.

  • At normal speeds, the accident might have been a bad one,

  • but at nearly 95 miles per hour Dylan's Camry

  • might as well have been made out of papier-mache.

  • The elderly couple in the station wagon Dylan hit

  • were killed upon impact with a concrete wall.

  • Their frail bones had shattered like glass,

  • and their organs had ruptured to the point

  • where it would have been more appropriate

  • to say that they had exploded inside their bodies.

  • The driver of the SUV

  • caught in the aftermath of the Camry's rolling

  • was paralyzed when the steering wheel of her car

  • had rammed her so hard that it had crushed her spine.

  • But worst of all was what happened to the baby

  • in the backseat of the SUV.

  • It was too gruesome to recount.

  • Three fatalities, (dramatic music)

  • two people paralyzed,

  • and hundreds of thousands of dollars of damage,

  • but Dylan managed to pull himself from the wreckage

  • with only a small scratch on his left hand.

  • When I picked him up from the hospital,

  • I was surprised to find that Dylan had no remorse.

  • He was a spoiled rich kid willing to blame

  • every other driver but himself.

  • "I need a drink, man," he groaned

  • as we pulled up to his house.

  • "Come on in and let's get plastered."

  • I didn't think it was a good idea,

  • but I knew Dylan had just survived a traumatic incident.

  • So I agreed to hang out for a while to keep an eye on him.

  • We cracked open a cheap bottle of whiskey,

  • and after a few drinks he started

  • opening up to me about the accident.

  • "When it's your time to go," he told me,

  • "playing by the rules isn't gonna save your life.

  • "Those people were playing it safe, driving the speed limit,

  • "using their blinkers just like they were supposed to.

  • "Guess what happened?

  • "They're dead, and the guy doing 100

  • "got away without a scratch."

  • "How about the one on your hand," I asked?

  • I pointed to a peculiar crescent-shaped scratch

  • on Dylan's left hand.

  • "Did you get that in the crash?"

  • Dylan seemed surprised by the question.

  • He glanced at the little scratch

  • on the back of his hand and shrugged again.

  • "Don't know; first time I noticed it."

  • There was something uncanny about it

  • that I found unsettling.

  • I thought about how little Dylan seemed to care

  • about the deaths that he had caused and wondered

  • what could compel a person (liquid pouring)

  • to be so self absorbed. (man laughing)

  • I should have said something to him then, but I didn't.

  • Instead, we both got stinking drunk,

  • and I fell asleep on the couch.

  • I'm not sure what time I passed out,

  • but it was pretty late when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

  • (door opens)

  • "Did you hear that?" Dylan whispered.

  • "I think someone's in the house."

  • I told him that he was just drunk and paranoid.

  • I watched him start towards his bedroom

  • and I was just about to go back to sleep

  • when I saw him stop, suddenly.

  • He jerked and fell on the floor then started

  • scrambling backwards into the living room,

  • trying desperately to get away from the horror

  • that was in his bedroom.

  • His face had gone white, frozen into a petrified scream.

  • He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

  • The creature came crawling into the living room.

  • The most terrible thing I'd ever laid eyes on.

  • It was a towering, black monstrosity

  • that wore a crown of bones, with gaping, empty eyes.

  • I was too terrified to run, too terrified to scream.

  • It raised a long, bony hand towards Dylan

  • as if reaching out for him.

  • "Help!" He screamed at me.

  • "Help me!" (creature vocalizes)

  • But I just clenched my eyes shut and played dead.

  • I was too afraid that if I moved that

  • it would turn on me next.

  • Then came the sounds of bones crunching.

  • The sound of cartilage tearing.

  • Of tendons shredding.

  • And then the screams, too.

  • The horrible screams of Dylan begging the creature

  • for mercy, begging me for help.

  • All the while, I kept my eyes shut as tight as possible

  • and pretended not to hear him.

  • The crazy part is, I'm not sure if I ignored his pleas

  • out of fear for my own life or because deep down,

  • I thought he deserved what he was getting.

  • (screaming)

  • Eventually his screaming came to a stop,

  • and after a few minutes, I worked up the courage

  • to open my eyes.

  • I was sure that when I did, I would be greeted by

  • that thing staring at me through its big, empty

  • eye sockets, but the creature was gone.

  • And all that remained was Dylan.

  • Or rather, what was left of him, on the living room floor.

  • His body was a mangled mess.

  • Nearly all of Dylan's limbs had been snapped

  • and his skull had been caved in.

  • But what was worst of all was his face.

  • The petrified scream had remained,

  • a reminder of the horror we had both experienced.

  • It looked like the car wreck he caused

  • had finally caught up with him.

  • The wound on his hand, the peculiar crescent shape

  • that had been his only injury from his earlier accident

  • had changed as well and I found this to be

  • the most curious thing of all.

  • It had gone from a crescent,

  • to a perfect, bloodied circle.

  • I placed an anonymous call to the police

  • when I drove back to my place.

  • I'm worried they might trace Dylan's death back to me,

  • but even though I was there, I don't know how they

  • could convince themselves that I was the culprit.

  • The way Dylan's body was disfigured,

  • there's no way one person could have done that.

  • It would take two tons of metal traveling

  • at high speeds on the highway to maul a body in that way.

  • That, or maybe,

  • just the Angel of Death taking back a soul

  • that wasn't supposed to get a second chance.

  • (tense music)

(dramatic music)

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