Echos from the other side of the crash
It was a very cold and rainy night, and the streets were as slippery as soap. I was driving when my car began to skid. I stopped accelerating, trying to regain control, but the car kept sliding, swerving from one side of the street to the other. I saw an electric fence nearby and panicked, afraid the car might crash into it. But it kept sliding further down the road.
Then, I saw the end of the street—just ahead was a steep precipice, maybe 20 meters high. The car didn’t stop. We went over the edge and fell.
After the impact, I checked myself—I was okay. I got out of the car, and two men approached me. One of them asked, “Are you alive?”
I replied, “Seems so.”
I walked toward a nearby mansion as a single-engine plane passed overhead. Outside, I saw a man and his wife who looked like newlyweds. I went inside the mansion, and there was another man about to take his dog for a walk. But this was no ordinary dog—it was a monster. I watched as he fed it what looked like a fresh human femur.
