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by rue_goose

by rue_goose

𝔅𝔶: 𝔅. 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔢

A/N: these are a few bits and pieces from a game I'm working on creating. I might turn it into a book. Im not sure if those warnings really count but just to be safe I included them. NOTHING IS SUPER INTENSE, keep in mind these are short little bits and pieces. I would appreciate feedback on these as I am new to writing horror. Thank you loves.

TW: Horror(?), gore(?)

>Creature<

What stands before you is a woman. Horribly disfigured, yes. But a woman regardless. Her stench fills your nostrils with something similar to baby puke. Her hair is down past her knees and her eyes hang lifeless from their sockets. Your breathing quickens. The silence of the room is vast and embraces you in a way nothing else could. The woman takes steps.Click, Click, then louder but not loud enough she speaks in a voice like the damned."Get out.""Get out of my aisle."She lifts her head all the way back and stares at the ceiling. Drip

Drip

Now you know why the carpet is such a vibrant hue of red.

In the rafters are bodies. Most mutilated beyond recognition. Then she laughs. A deep carnal laugh. Ragged and itchy. Loud and hungry. "It's coming, it's coming, it's coming to get you." Her voice echoes and then stops. A deafening quiet rings in your ears and you stare on. The woman looks to you and speaks on last time, "Death to the lemur." Her body drops lifeless but not without consequence to the ground. It's getting dark in here.

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"Oh my. Now that is a human. I haven't seen one of you in a long time." She laughs, the hole gets bigger. You see her whole face now, something glimmers around her neck. A key. "You have my book dear, I suggest you give it back. If you do I'll tell you who you are." You feel tempted but no. The book seems important. You can deal with your brain damage later. She stands. Your guess is that she's over 9 feet tall. The key now rests on her chest against the black velvet of her high necked dress. Long indigo tresses curl over her shoulders and shake as she laughs. You think she's distracted.

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