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There are spots, places in the world where the barrier between reality and unreality is thin. Balloon stretched and ready to pop. These places are rare and infrequent, but they do happen. There's really no telling what would happen if you happened to pass through one. There's really no saying how you'd survive.
There's no telling what's on the other side of one of these thin spots. A dead world, mirror to our own? Another time? Are they gateways to other planets? The only people who could say for sure are those who have passed through these places, and could they say? Would they?
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There is a girl in Lion's Head, a small town in the Bruce Peninsula of Ontario. Tales from the area report that she walked, unwittingly, right through one of these thin spots, right through and out the other side. Those who claimed to witness the event state that barely any time passed between her entrance and exit from this place. Witnesses claim that the girl, upon exiting, was screaming.
Trying to scream.
Her mouth was completely gone, replaced by a smooth band of flesh.
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"Do you want to drive?" Izzy's voice was cheerful, perhaps oddly so given that her boyfriend had just spent nearly three and a half years in prison for selling marijuana. She'd done worse, probably much worse in her life. She was just glad he was out, and apparently not too worse for wear.
And Danny gave her a bright smile back, brushing the hair out of her eyes. "What, and miss gettin' chauffered around by you? Bitch, please."
She laughed, swatting him on the shoulder after they were settled in the car. "Ass."
It took a few minutes to get on the backroads so they could head home from the waffle house. Sure, Route 43 was quicker but this way they got to spend more time on their own before thrusting Danny back into the busy hubub of their homelife. "Soooooo, bring me anything?" She grinned at him, turning on the rear defrost.
His turn to laugh, "Oh, sure, yeah. I brought you a jug of toilet wine and the latest edition of Purgatory Pen Weekly." He snickered again, and they carried on that like that for a good 20 minutes, laughing and joking while on their way home. On their way back to Hell.
And of course, as such things do, this was when it happened. She turned on the curve, and perhaps there was a bump. Perhaps there was a rock in the road, perhaps they would never know. All she knew at this moment in time was that suddenly her car was spinning out on the road. Careening out of control and then...
Then, everything just stopped.
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But not for Danny.
The only thing that Danny Oosterhuis was aware of at this moment in time was that at one point Izzy was driving and everything was fine. Then, everything went purple for a moment and he was in the driver's seat. He was in the driver's seat, Izzy was gone and the car wouldn't stop spinning.
And then everything stopped as the car hit, passenger-side, the large tree near the road. And everything went black.