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I drew the frog too! Enjoy the story!


I'm all alone in a cylindrical room with one big hole in the middle, a camera on the ceiling and no doors or windows. There's almost no room between the hole, the wall and myself.The cell-like room stretches up a long way. I sit with my legs close to my chest, pulling them inclose. I hold my head down, shielding my eyes from what's at the bottom. Do you know what's in the hole? 

Hands. Thousands of old, rotting arms and hands, animated even without proper bodies to control them. They're waiting for me. Every day the hole grows a little wider, making it harder to avoid my fate. Sometimes, I swear I can hear voices coming from down there too. I can see the bloodied corpses that could possibly still be attached to the array of limbs. I have no idea when I'll fall down there, but there's no escape for me.I don't want to die. What did I do to deserve this? I just woke up here. I have no idea who I am or how I got here. How long have I been here? I can't remember. I can't remember anything. Istart crying. The more I cried, a feeling of dryness and pressure swelled up in my throat. I opened my mouth and started to make a sound. But nothing came out. So I continued to try and scream.

When I ran out of breath, I decided it was time. I stood up slowly and looked down into the long, dark and disgusting hole. I dipped my toes around the edge, trying to prolong my decision, in case I wasn't ready. Instead, I tripped and fell to my death. As I fell, I squeezed my eyes shut. Although I knew what was waiting for me, I was not prepared for what would happen once I hit the bottom. My body landed on a revolting pile of moving arms.One by one, they crawled all over me, burying me in the hole. Somewhere in my head, I hear someone saying, "Thank you." And at that moment, something engulfed my body and long,pointed objects began to puncture my body. Something big, bumpy and moist wrapped around me. It was humid and smelled like dead things, and it wasn't just the arms. Barely alive, I realized where I was.

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