It Only Takes 3 Seconds

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A tall back man looked down over me. His acidic eyes burned holes into my back; his narrow fingers beckoning for me. I tried to run, but it wouldn't let me. Its mouth opened, and dark blood tricked down its neck, puddling on the marble floor below us. It grabbed my wrists, with fingers like knives, slicing my bare skin. There was so much blood. He started whispering things. Bad things. Horrifying words that make you want to stop breathing.