The Experience

Making a waste of perfectly good anxiety, I boarded the plane to South America in order to have an "Experience" that was supposed to restore my lost creativity.

I didn't notice the pyramid temple in the jungle when we flew over it, but my strange and cloaked guide brought me there, and into a small door at the side. I walked through a long corridor in darkness, until he stopped me, and pointed up at a dragon-god-thing statue.

As he raised his knife up to stab my chest, I thought about the new horror stories I could write.