Hooded Man

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I've been stuck Here for days. No food or water. Only the dark one is my friend. It tells me short stories of his past friends. They are all dead now. I sometimes pass them up. Lying on the ground with only bone and air. Smiling at me with the most envious smile. They made friends with the dark one. The tunnel won't stop going and never ends. I love the echoes of my empty breaths and hollow footsteps. I've tried running through the tunnel but it told me to Wait. Sometimes the dark one comes to me. Showing its pure white bones. It reaches for me to follow. I don't follow him for some reason. I love the dark one. I sense it smiling at me with nasty desires. Enraged emotion when I refuse to follow. I will give myself to it. I will be smiling for eternity.

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