Amnesia
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Last published Mon, Apr 6, 2015
AMNESIA
BY Tyler Anderson/Mikael Hedburg
Where am I? How long was I out? The room was very dim, as there were candles in the far corners of the room, and was emitting very little light. I remember that I overdosed on opiates before I got into the bed, and passed out on the floor. My caricature resembled a wondering, felonious bum. I couldn't sleep... The nightmares raging inside my head... And that... That THING was in my mind. And I was becoming demented. I realized that when it was dark I lose my sanity but as the light grows, I regain it. I got migraines every time I tried to amalgamate my thoughts, so it was useless. But that creature that haunts my dreams I believe will come to reality eventually...
I heard a loud bang in the room next door. My vision started to blur and I fell to the floor. Whatever is in this hell hole, I know I have to escape, and I have to do it quick. I tried to stand up and walk out of the room, even though I could barely walk. I heard
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