Patrick was walking along the hallway on the way to the mirror stairs, determined to walk down them and face his fear of stairs for the first time. Suddenly, a splitting pain tore through his skull, and he collapsed to the ground, screaming. He then had a dream where he was walking down a hallway on the way to the mirror stairs, determined to walk down them and face his fear of stairs for the first time. Suddenly, a splitting pain tore through his skull, and he collapsed to the ground screaming. He then had a dream where he was walking down a hallway on the way to the mirror stairs, determined to walk down them and face his fear of stairs for the first time. Suddenly, an extremely pleasant feeling passed through his head. He smiled, and proceeded to the stairs, when he suddenly passed out out of nowhere and fell into a dream. He was in a black hallway. He looked forward, and saw a light at the end of the tunnel. He thought he died again, but then he saw a silhouette. It was his sister. But his sister was never alive. It was his mom. Patrick woke up again. He was on the street next to a strange building of people chanting "12, 12, 12, 12." Confused, Patrick rubbed the area where his missing eyes was and continued along.
THE END
Author's note: Thank you Rumk2001 for your undying support. You're the only thing keeping me happy after I got evicted from my house for not being able to pay the rent. My co-writer also left, and I'm currently trying to find a new co-writer. So I took out a 10k loan. I'll update you guys on the situation later, but I just wanted to say thanks and stay tuned. Sorry for the misspelling in the title.
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