:Log #AL021503:
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"I don't know how I'm alive, it felt like it was gonna kill me. Why am I still breathing, when that thing made me think I was dead on the spot. I-it's smile was so disturbing and unsettling. It was, its smile was so...it made me feel like I was already dead. Its eyes were constantly out of focus, but I looked right into them! I still couldn't see them though.
It's body was stretched, painfully. Every time it moved it, the sounds it made, the tearing. It tore itself with each movement. The skin would hang from it like wet fur before reattaching over and over. Eventhough its teeth looked like they were only made to cause pain, it looked well fed. I wasn't skinny and and gross.
The skin was white, an nasty translucent white. A jarring contrast to the void that surrounded it, but if it wanted to it could hide in it. Its fingers we red, some how brighter that the blood dripping from it. The colour seemed almost on purpose, so it could see it, the agony it caused, painted on its hands.
I had the 'opportunity' to watch it more. I didn't want to, but I couldn't leave. I don't even know how I got where I was in the first place. Anyway from what I saw, it seemed to relish in its prey's realization that they were going to die, and there was nothing that could stop it. It relished the look on the faces.
It lived for the hope leaving their eyes, the tears, the cries, sometimes the silence. It liked the silent ones, the ones that went quiet after they figured out nothing was going to save them. And then it would just...I'm sorry I don't know if I can finish this. I need to go lay down. I'll finish the log tomorrow."
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:End Log AL021503:
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little scares
General FictionShort stories that will be a little unsettling, but will have good-ish endings...sometimes. Some might be connected to eachother, and request for myths or original monsters/creatures are encouraged and accepted.
