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The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
Her heart pulsated with the force of a thousand drums, taking care to tread delicately on the splintering stairs. She revised her actions from throughout the day, did she take her medication? She hated it when they provided them in bottles and not blister packs because it was strenuous for her trying to recall. Down the hall, the floors are moving like a carnival funhouse. She can heat them chewing. Her spine runs cold as she bolts the opposing way, toward the kitchen.
She opens her chest freezer, launching all its contents across the floor, climbing inside in delerious panic.
Oxygen declining, body temperature plummeting - the inevitable happened and the freezer was left unopened.