Wish
“Don’t come crying to me when something tries to kill you down here.”
Silence follows my declaration and then Anderson’s voice comes, filled with unease, “What do you mean?”
“Oh, you don’t know?” I laugh, menacingly, which somehow becomes a terrifying sound with the walls bouncing it around. “There are really large, deformed insects down here. Why do you think they send us down here in pairs or groups?”
“D … Deformed insects?” I can hear the fear in Anderson’s voice.
When I don’t reply, he raises his voice, “Taylor? Are you still there?”