"Wake up, Camilla"
Groggily I opened my eyes to see a blurry face staring directly at me. I jolted backwards in fright, making laughter erupt in the dark room. The figure seemed amused by my fright.
"Where am I!" I screamed curling in a ball near the corner.
"You own personal nightmare, darling" the man chuckled. His words sounded scripted, as if he's said them many times before.
"What's going on!" I demanded, peeking my head up to see my surroundings.
Dark is the only sutible description. A small light bulb hung in the middle of the room only illuminting enough of the room to see the man in a wooden chair, looking down at the cement ground. He seemed to be in deep thought, or maybe even a daze. Just as I was going to give up on an answer he began to speak.
"Have you ever heard the the story of the east woods, Camilla?" he sighed, never taking his eyes off the dusty ground.
A lump formed in my throat before answering "Y-yes...many times" I barely whispered, hoping soon this would all be over, as if it was a dream.
Again the man chuckled, but this time sounded more nervous than the first.
"Well, lets just say, your about to experience that story"
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East //5sos//
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