DEMON IN FLESH

DEMON IN FLESH

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I opened my eyes only to see myself in a canoe being paddled by two muscular strange and shirtless men who wore short knickers badly stained with mud with a hat on their head which made them look like farmers. I opened my eyes again and found myself in a hut. On bed were I was being laid, I looked around the room, seeing two wooden chairs opposite the bed. In the room, there was only one small window and my hot body perspired. Outside the door of the hut was a clay pot which has fire burning underneath it with three woods which kept it burning. I tried my best to sit up but my little and weak strength wasn't enough for me, I felt pain all over my sides, I could also feel the pain of the bruised knee and then sign with pain. I tried more of my effort repeatedly and this time I was seated on the wooden bed. Looking around the room, I discovered it strange knowing not how I got into the hut and who had laid me on bed. I couldn't even remember what had happened before I got into the ca
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He still remembers it. The sound of bones breaking. The ringing. The voices. Their voices. His voice. But it shouldn't be possible. He sat in his bed, the darkness of the night making it hard to see at first. Sweat on his face- no whole body made it seem like just a bad dream. It was just that, wasn't it? Just a bad dream. But why was he feeling like he was being watched? Someones, or somethings eyes on his neck. Just waiting for a moment of weakness. Waiting for Finney to let his guard down, just to snap it. Something that only worsens it though, is that the other boys, which he had dreamed about, seem weird, strangely different than before. Or, Finney wakes up in the past with memories of the basement, but is telling himself it was nothing but a bad dream. But, of course, it is not. Because what kind of person am I to just let him and the other grave-boys just forget? Fair warning for this fic, English isn't my first language, so mistakes can/will happen. Secondly, some supernatural stuff will happen and will be discussed, but only in a way, that I think fits kinda in the story. (originally posted on my AO3 MariDreamLove )

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