Hey Kids, It's Illa again. With another chapter she has written instead of the shit I have to get done before noon tomorrow. Procrastination is strong with this one. Seriously though... what am I doing?
Louise bolted upright, her hands slapped at the wooden planks beneath her.
She glanced around at her surroundings, she didn't remember falling asleep. The rusty, dripping pipes that danced around the ceiling were an obvious clue that she was in the basement. But in all of her years in the sleep walking profession, she had never stumbled downstairs. This notion worried Louise, enough to rattle her, but not enough to inhibit the rest of her day.
Louise wrinkled her nose, Jackson was right, it smelled rank down here.
Louise could tell from the lack of light that usually flooded in through the small windows that hung close to the ceiling, that it was night now.
Louise clambered to her feet, her black jeans now smeared with a thin layer of dust and sludge. She ran her hands up and down her jeans, curiously, trying to understand why she might be damp. This was an enclosed room, and when they had the inspection done on the house, nothing came up about leaks or cracks in the hard cement flooring.
Louise Shuffled to the wall adjacent to her and felt her way across the unfinished walls until her hands felt the smooth cream colored plastic that held the switch. She flipped it upwards in one solid motion, revealing the color of the sludge that covered the floor in puddles, towards the center of the room.
Louise ambled towards the biggest puddle of it and ran her fore and ring finger through the puddle. The viscosity was thick, so thick that it barely felt the pull of gravity. She pulled the substance down from her fingers with her thumb, rubbing it into her palm, searching for a color. Some piece of evidence so that she might be able to tell what this was coming from. It didn't seem to matter how thin she spread the goo on her palm, there didn't seem to be a difference.
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Cool Kids Don't Dance
Genç KurguShe isn't text book. She isn't normal. She doesn't know how to love. There's something wrong. Deep inside there's a disorder. They didn't take heed. Now their families weep.
