Held Under my Breath

Held Under my Breath

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I woke up in a strange place I had never seen before. There was an odd smell, as if something had just died. The room was dark and weary. The way the lights flickered gave my stomach a unsettling churn. The yellow wallpaper was slowly peeling away. At this moment I realized that my arms were tied behind my back, with what felt like rope. My naked body began to shiver against the hard, cold, floor boards. I then came to my senses that I shouldn't be here. It wasn't right. I began to scream.
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It was dark and ominous. The wall you pressed yourself upon was cool and dank. A rancid smell reached your nostrils, making you gag. It was the stench of death. Something horribly wet and sticky dribbled down your back, gliding along your spine. You startle, reaching a hand back and swiping up some on your fingers. You bring them close to your face, squinting to see. It was a dark, crimson liquid, viscous like syrupy honey. In horror, you realize it was blood. You spin around and back up, discovering more of the life blood splattered over the wall, conveying a message. Terrified but unable to help your curiosity, you peer closely, trying to translate. We're coming for you. Almost there. "We're here." PS, all the art (unless I say so) belongs to me. *The cover is not mine!*

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