siip

Siip…

I can hear him, screaming and yelling my name, somebody help me from this pain and horror. It’s dark, cold and wet, I hate the cold and I hate the darkness. I can feel him moving, touching my hand. His hands are so cold and slimy. Help, help me please, but nobody can hear me. What am I sitting in, this malevolent slimy oh, god, god oh god my skin moving crawling what is this what is this oh god help me please god what is happing to me the itching, biting ,the bleeding where is the blood coming from “yelllllllllling” .my skin is ripping, oh god please don’t let this happen. Shh the devil he hears me, I can hear his foot step from the door. What to do oh what to do…. to be continued


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