#273 The Twilight Zone S3 E18 1/19/1962

Hector Renaldo Fuentes III had murdered me for the tenth time. With my dying breath, for the tenth time, I vow I would return. He would not be rid of me so easy. 

My body is tossed into the river and I float down stream. My carcass decays with the passage of time. I make friends with the fish that pick at me as they swim by.

I wash up onto an embankment when my eleventh resurrection sits on a nearby stump. 

He sees my shoes first, they always do. He steals them and puts them on. 

I am him. 

YOU’VE JUST ENTERED THE TWILIGHT ZONE…

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