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<TuxRug> You ever have those moments when you lay down in bed when it's really quiet right after running up the stairs, and you can feel your pulse in your neck and leg, and you can HEAR it too?
<@Unidentified20XD6> Yes.
<@Unidentified20XD6> You ever wake up at night, unable to move? Completely stiff, any attempts you make at even the simplest movements denied?
<@Unidentified20XD6> And then you hear something.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Out of the corner of your eye, you see a large dark shape.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Almost ectoplasmic.
<@Unidentified20XD6> And you try to shout, to scream. And realize there's a pressure on your chest.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Slowly compressing your lungs, making it impossible for you to get the air required to make even a peep.
<@Unidentified20XD6> All the while, that large dark shape is getting closer, giggling.
<@Unidentified20XD6> And it's at that point your heart begins to jackrabbit in your chest.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Faster and faster it beats.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Until it's reached a steady hum, all four chambers working in harmony like a four-stroke engine.
<@Unidentified20XD6> And you know your heart's about to explode.
<@Unidentified20XD6> There's no way anything biological can function at that speed. You can picture your heart shredding at the valves and atrium.
<@Unidentified20XD6> All the while, the giggling ectoplasm is getting closer.
<@Unidentified20XD6> And you know that if it touches you, it'll engulf you and you'll go mad.
<@Unidentified20XD6> It's wrong, somehow. It shouldn't exist.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Yet there it is, mere inches from your feet.
<@Unidentified20XD6> And all the while, getting closer.
<@Unidentified20XD6> It's grinning, the shape.
<@Unidentified20XD6> There's no visible face, of course.
<@Unidentified20XD6> But it's happy all the same.
<@Unidentified20XD6> You can sense its unadulterated glee. But it's corrupt.
<@Unidentified20XD6> The humor it feels is sadistic. It enjoys seeing you pinned, at your weakest.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Unable to move, pure terror coursing through your veins.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Your heart feels close to bursting when you can feel your limbs start to vibrate.
<@Unidentified20XD6> The blood being forced through your capillaries is causing them to stretch and distort.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Even the smallest cut at this point would simply gout.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Splattering your ichor on the walls.
<@Unidentified20XD6> All this over the course of seconds.
<@Unidentified20XD6> And then it's over.
<@Unidentified20XD6> You're free.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Physically, at least. Mentally, you'll relive that scene.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Over.
<@Unidentified20XD6> And over.
<@Unidentified20XD6> And over.
<@Unidentified20XD6> Just me, then? |