event aesthetics -- THE MYRDER aka ‘MULDER, I’M SCARED.’ | for @namespooky
the suspect’s name was tom riddle, and the shine he took to myrtle was the first indication something was wrong. he killed seven people with his snakes but only went up on charges for four of them, and that wasn’t including the swiftly buried evidence that he’d been breeding a giant snake in the sewer systems of queens, new york. the beast was dead, she shot it in the face until it stopped moving, but there was one viper left unaccounted. how it got into myr’s apartment --and indeed, how it knew to go there-- might never be explained by conventional science, but she was dead when found the next morning. her eyes were closed, she could’ve been sleeping were it not for the bite marks in her forearms and neck. she was transferring her notes from paper to verbal record just before her death, her last words were mulder, help me. mulder, i love you. mulder, i’m scared.
