What happens next feels like a dream.
I’m blown back into the cellar by the sudden electrical discharge. But The Skinner is planted firmly inside the tunnel, his entire body lighting up and catching fire. Fire quickly consumes him, and his screams pierce the dank air. The screams come from a source deep down inside his tortured soul. He trembles and quakes as he burns, his face consumed in the flame until all that’s left is a white skull and bone.
He falls forward, face-first into the water, and the generator ceases up. That’s when the lights go out once more. Or, perhaps, it’s when I pass out. But it doesn’t really matter. Because, in the end, my world goes black.
