Video - Pitcher of Terror

Under the flickering stadium lights, Jack stood alone on the pitcher's mound, the crowd's cheers replaced by unnerving silence. He squinted into the darkened stands—empty, save for one shadowy figure. The air grew colder. He wound up for a pitch, but the ball never left his hand. It pulsed and writhed, transforming into a mass of wriggling worms that spilled between his fingers. Jack's breath quickened. The shadowy figure moved closer, revealing hollow eyes and a stitched mouth. The scoreboard flashed "RUN" in blood-red letters. Jack turned to flee, only to find the exit gates sealed, the darkness swallowing him whole.