The Willow Stare

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True! -nervous -very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am! but why? Will you say that I am mad? As he breathes through the toxic fumes, the breath of the man deeper. He fell on the floor and laughed, his eyes turned red and his body started aching. There came my ears a low, dull, quick sound... I knew that sound well. too well. It was the beating of the old man's heart, beating down on my soul as if my life was about to end. I imagined my life and how it was, the man's eyes stared into my veins was they popped out of my skull. I saw memories of my past, Nothing was the same, "HELP! HELP! HAHAHA!" I cried for help but I stopped and started laughing, have I really gone mad. The old man pierced into my soul, I decomposed. My eyes still staring at the old man as they blinked, then blood gushed out the old man's heart as he fell. I saw the world for the last time and it was done... But was it, my hand rose from the dead, leaving the ground into the night of the devils night

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