The closer you approach death the more you feel alive. When you feel most alive means you're about to die. As I stand from the opposite end of my room, a tall slender individual is un-allowing me to move. It started as an echo when I was sweeping up debris on my TV when I heard such a recurring degree of a theme played in intervals of three as I live and breathe and see and plead and believe to be on repeat on dvd but that was only what I wished I've seen. What I saw made me wish I fleed, gazing at the protruding shadowy figure of an ebony tree prolonging the continuation of a blood peeling ceiling upon a single piano key. You might be wondering what induced such a dramatic event, hours spent cemented by uninterrupted lament. Thus the initiation wreaked this segment that underwent. What is the calling to pay to see forces hidden within relentless darkness? Traces of mosses scattered across a carcass, take precaution, these beings are considered heartless. It is true, you are correct if you thought they could see you too. Walking down a corridor shaking, spilling water from my decanter as the face on a wall begins to melt off its banter. My peripheral caught glimpses of devilry beyond my reach caused sudden lassitude capricious constitution when it breached and beseeched a tremendous impeach withheld my screech from within me. Moments before the climax, it blew out my lantern. I asked for his name but my question went unanswered. This is when I first encountered this phantasma. It spoke in silent needless cajole as it came into view within the light where it posed his deferment of despair and blackness that he controlled. This demon is exceeding in excreting by means of adhesive malodorous depletion until its completion despite my screaming because it's next to impossible for freedom. His presence was distinctly cold, saying "I don't know what you've been told, pain and disillusionary deconstruction is all I know from the head to the ears, to the eyes, and nose, to the shoulders, to arms and knees, and toes". I froze in the ungodly determination that had been exposed. What arose was its density caused our power converter to explode. It reluctantly releases me from its choke hold. Fumbled, scrambled and scared, pieces of debris everywhere. A flash from the blast stopped him in his tracks. It became possible to live through an altered path. From within reach a camera revealed its peering lens under the rubble. I stumbled as my legs buckled from my average weight, losing balance amongst the bundle. Unprecedented mumbles grow louder and louder so I haste on the double. Amidst trouble, I've gained possession but was so nervous that I fumbled. Vibrating soldier toys captured via polaroid came into the form of a wondrous exploit. Pausing him with just a push of a button, in the end it was all for nothing with a distinctive dysfunction conjuncting postlude distasteful malfunction. Materializing light hissing steam protruding underneath its confusion, that's not useless but conducive and opened up opportunities for our dissolution. Relentlessly pushing the button down until my film ran dry but it laughed in disillusionment. For it found amusement in the act of acting bemusement and disimprovement ensued his following movements. It became more apparent that this anonymous, autonomous, automa is as mysterious as the whole Andromeda, he was just another unexplained phenomena. Before I could finish my thoughts, the walls rearranged, strapped me in chains, trapped me in a cage and changed by means of a body exchange where I became contained, enraged within this phage. I felt like my mind was set ablaze until I woke up in a haze, dazed, cold, naked and afraid. Though awake, his melody persisted, it was so dreadful. Until this day I believe his operation was successful.

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