Strach (poprawione)

Strach (poprawione)

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Wiecie czego się boicie? A może myślicie, że nie boicie się absolutnie niczego? Jeżeli nawet to przecież nie wystraszy was zwyczajny tekst... Skoro tak to czy pozwolicie mi spróbować was wystraszyć jednym fragmentem? Tak, niczym więcej jak kawałkiem tekstu. Jednak prosił bym o parę rzeczy do nadania klimatu, okey? Po pierwsze podejdź do tego w miarę poważnie... Nie tchórz próbując uciekać śmiechem. W prawdziwym świecie śmiech Cię nie ochroni nawet przed głupim koszmarem. Do tego czytaj nocą, w swoim pokoju, i zrób wszystko by nikt nie przeszkadzał. I nie spiesz się. Na jedną noc wystarczy jedynie jeden rozdział i nie czytaj ich więcej, mimo że to często kuszące... To ważna zasada, bo od niej zależy ta historia. Więc jak? Zaczynamy?
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My name is Nolan Moore and something special happened to me. Or at least that is what the psychiatrist calls it. I think it was disturbing, too horrific for words. What happened to me was something that keeps me up at night. Sometimes I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling for hours, even days. I get shivers down my spine even writing this down, but I have a feeling that I will be gone soon. So, if you read this, then you get a glimpse of my soul. I pray that before the end of my story I will get forgiveness for everything I have done. Just remember I did this because I thought it was the best thing at the time. Clearly, it wasn't. Time is a thin line floating between what was and what will be. It's flowing through space hoping to reach an end. Normally whenever someone makes a choice, time itself splits and although we don't feel a thing, it still happens, nonetheless. But now something happened that had never happened before. Two new lines that were created flowed alongside each other through the endless void, seeking their old one. They were never supposed to collide, but one strange afternoon everything went wrong. The three timelines hit each other dead on. Three people ended up on an island, three exactly the same people.

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