A memory is a precious thing

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I woke up in the pitch black of night. For some awkward reason that had always made me feel safe. But when I tried to move, I felt my wrists and ankles were in restraints. Then out of the dark a small chuckle of laughter pierced though the silence. A small yellow light appeared not too long after. It started coming closer along with the laughter not far behind. As the light grew bigger so did the noise. His laughter no longer sounded like chuckles but more like screams of pure madness. Soon he was only inches from my face and now in the dead silence he whispered. "I see you've remembered. He lets out a sigh sounding like relief and happiness. "Now I get to have all the fun, once again erasing your mind. That's when I started screaming.

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