Goosebumps | tk.

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Goosebumps - Travis Scott ft. Chase Atlantic

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He found it delightful.

The cause of satisfaction differs on a person's level of voracity, from all the time he spent in silence, he could confidently state that he was kinder than most of the people he's encountered.

In the silence, he's met people. Quiet, behaving, 'appropriate' human beings.

Finitely, there are people who are easily pleased over the most trivial things. However, as humans, there is no such thing as complete satiation.

He finds comfort at the sight of creatures coming to a recognition, desiring for more than they can take. For greater things. For things they cannot fathom. Whispers of their gaze seem to scream at you. For they assume to be above all, when they are less than what they deem as low.

Guzzling down boiling lies in a pitiful attempt to warm their shivering hearts. Afterwards, they seek remedy for every blister the searing heat it brought, concealed as a warmth they craved, the warmth necessary for the sake of familiarity. Convincing themselves to fear the spirits residing in the shadows, the same spirits who live in the depth of their own mind.

Those poor beings, trembling against the personification of torment they had no power to prevent, towering under the evil they had no intention to acknowledge, creating a monster out of their own suppresion.

What more can man do? They aspire tranquility, only to reject the thought of self-liberation.

Thirsty, the nectar of freedom dribbles down and plops onto their awaiting tongues, tangy and disastrous. Allowing the taste to linger, gradually seeping into the veins and travel across the blood stream to cultivate. As these creatures search for alternatives, decaying along with the make-believe rings perched upon their heads, a discovery is attained.

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The dragged creek of a rusty locker being slammed shut echoed and spread throughout the deserted hallway.

Jeon Jeongguk, being the only one who got enrolled late, he knew nothing about the school. And since he moved yesterday, he knew nothing about this small town at all.

And if you're wondering how he got the passcode to his locker, he was here yesterday. But yesterday was different, yesterday there were people. In fact, this place was crowded enough that you couldn't even move the slightest without hitting someone.

But he's not suspecting something stupid and delusional like what if a person with a gigantic head of a creepy-looking baby pops outta nowhere or whatnot, It's just oddly peculiar that he's the only one standing here right now.

Some of the lights down the hallway flickered, some completely gave out. The breeze here was stale, cutting through his clammy skin, cold and threatening. There were no windows to show some light coming from the outside, no fresh air trying to get in. So where does this breeze come from?

Was the atmosphere here always soo glum? The boy wondered. He didn't notice it being like this when he was here the last time. And last time, the place was anything but what he sees and feels at the moment. Last time, he wasn't alone in the hallways.