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It began when I "woke" up in a cold, dark room stripped of my blankets and only left with one pillow, that didnt have a very pleasant smell to it. I tried to get up and look around for a blanket but was met with the realization I wasnt able to move. It was like sleep paralysis, but I knew I wasnt awake I knew I was in a dream. Not only was I cold but I could also feel tiny clammy hand holding my ankles wrist and shoulders and another set of slightly warmer, bigger hand on my rib cage. Maybe this could've been the reason I couldnt move but as I glanced downwards i saw......

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