II_Il
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| Joined: 24 Feb 2016 |
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| 05 Jun 2016 03:36 AM |
| WTF I FELT SOMETHING HELP HELP HELP HELP |
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LmLDude
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Muunswirl
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| Joined: 20 Mar 2010 |
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| 05 Jun 2016 03:39 AM |
It's been hours and I can feel its presence, slick and heavy, occupying my room. I can hear it scuttling and slithering along my walls, and there is a terrible skittering, like a million knives screeching against dinner plates at an inhuman speed. A suffocating halo of humidity cocoons my neck and head, its hot breath lapping at the corners of my face, and the stretching sound of taut tissue is just barely perceivable- but I can’t see it in my peripheral vision. I can only hear the sliding of its tongue against the inside of its mouth. It's waiting for me to give in, it senses my vulnerability in the way my throat muscles convulse, jaw tenses, and cheeks shudder as I try to hide a yawn. It doesn't deserve the satisfaction of seeing my exhaustion when it's so obviously excited, so visibly ready to make its move as soon as I show any carelessness. I wish I could at least rest against something. I’ve been in this uncomfortable half-squat, half-sitting position for this whole time- almost seven hours now, or at least that's what my laptop's time display is telling me. My back aches, and I want to slouch, just a little, but it'll get me. No, I can't move.
my life is a macabre tapestry |
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