Blocking out seems to be the best option at this point, right?
Well, the longer you close your eyes, the heavier your stomach, back, and neck feels to your body.
It’s like as if weights of lead have been placed upon your spine as the world becomes painted with blackness.
Suddenly, a spark of light comes from the blackness.
The light appears as a black rose levitating in mid air, slowly burning away from the flame that engulfs the delicate petals.
A low hum starts to reverberate deep within your ears.
It quickly grows into a loud and sharp ringing that makes you feel as though your eardrums could shatter at any given time.
The once burning rose has now manifested into a pile of ash caked with dark glowing embers.
The ringing within your ears starts to turn into a low, guttural growling noise.
A sound that has never been laid upon your inner subconsciousness.
A pair of round glowing eyes appear right in front of your face.
It’s really hard to tell how close the eyes are to your own, but you feel that they could be between a few inches to a foot away from your face.
The eyes start to grow slightly brighter for a few moments and just as the eyes appeared, they were gone.
The life that was once within your grasp was ended as a pair of grimy fingers grab you by the ankles and swiftly pulls you within the burning embers from below.
DEAD END
-Alex
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