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The Stain:3: Feeding the dead
Jul. 25th, 2006 10:22 amEvery drop of sound has been squeezed out of the room.
All the heat has been sucked dry leaving only a brittle cold in its place.
The gray little boy is hovering above me, flickering in and out of what's left of the light: An old movie with the frames rotting out of it. Something bad's crawled out of the hole of dreams. Something dead that cannot rest: A stranger in the field of time, growing realer and closer each second it's observed. I'm brain locked and muscle frozen. It's got me trapped in the grip of it's eyes.
Inches from my face. Heat stink of fresh mildew and locker rooms. Fat wet bugs crawling out of a jaw broken permanently open across my face and down my shirt. Itching. Biting. Burrowing into the flesh to make new nests.
He taps his thoughts into my skull and I can hear him think to me:
"Do you know what I am little Magickian? Do you know what name will bind and banish me forever? Noooo.... i'll tell you what I am then....
HUNGRY!"
His head lurches back with a sick grinding of cervical bones. His mouth opens wider and wider an unending black pit that someone has tossed me down. Swallowing up the entire room, even his face until finally there is nothing at all.
But me.
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All the heat has been sucked dry leaving only a brittle cold in its place.
The gray little boy is hovering above me, flickering in and out of what's left of the light: An old movie with the frames rotting out of it. Something bad's crawled out of the hole of dreams. Something dead that cannot rest: A stranger in the field of time, growing realer and closer each second it's observed. I'm brain locked and muscle frozen. It's got me trapped in the grip of it's eyes.
Inches from my face. Heat stink of fresh mildew and locker rooms. Fat wet bugs crawling out of a jaw broken permanently open across my face and down my shirt. Itching. Biting. Burrowing into the flesh to make new nests.
He taps his thoughts into my skull and I can hear him think to me:
"Do you know what I am little Magickian? Do you know what name will bind and banish me forever? Noooo.... i'll tell you what I am then....
HUNGRY!"
His head lurches back with a sick grinding of cervical bones. His mouth opens wider and wider an unending black pit that someone has tossed me down. Swallowing up the entire room, even his face until finally there is nothing at all.
But me.
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