Sunday, April 28, 2019

Afterimage

I always know they are real.
If you listen closely, you can hear them. Whispering with the coldest voice that makes you shiver.
Sometimes they just want to be listened, but some again a bit… sinister.
At first, they wanted to be your friend, but don’t fall on their trick. They want more. 
They want your soul… and also your beloved one.
They will never let you go once they’ve got you. No escape. They will come to you, trying to drag you down with them. To the deepest pit of the rotten red sea.
Block your ears, close your eyes.
Think about anything, quick!
Don’t let them know you can hear them. 
Oh, no… no…
That one will come… It’s coming… Closer… I can hear them… It’s too late, too late…
No…
Help me!
Please, somebody!
HELP ME!
The door slammed open with a loud bang. Two men in white attire grab me from both sides as I try to escape.
No, please, you don’t understand! Please, let me out of here! It’s coming! It wants to k-kill me! No, please save me!
I’m trying to explain when they tied me up. Another man in white come closer I don’t know what they do to me as my focus is locked on their back. 
That thing is standing behind them.
Wa…tch…. O… 
I try to tell them to be careful of that thing, but I can’t. I feel so sleepy.
As my consciousness fading, that blurry afterimage of black people smiling wickedly was the last thing I see before I swallowed by the darkness itself.


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