Okay, breathe, calm down.
It's just a sludge monster with a halo and a freakish coffin-shaped mouth and wings.
It's just a sludge monster with a halo and a freakish scream and wings.
Of course I screamed.
This is scary. I'm surprised I haven't done worse. Like, maybe, shout nine-one-one and run. Oh no, I'm too busy being frozen like a deer in headlights. Frick. What. Is. This. It's disgusting.
I need to run away.
And it's chasing me!
Really, this blobby thing that has no discernable legs is chasing me around. Think that's the worst part? Not even close. Each squishy thud makes me see blurs of dark red and I think I'm hallucinating horribly. The fear is real, the fear is always real, but I have never actually felt the vibrations of a scream from a hallucination before. And I've never seen ghosts in hallucinations either. Sure, maybe shadows, but not neon ghosts.
Everything is blurry, many of the lines faded, but I can see the hulking form of that thing in various spaces, thicker and bolder ones closer to me and lighter ones further off until it disappears like some creepy ghost in an old cheap film. It keeps following me and I think I'm going to have a heart-attack or faint or something but, to my amazement, I can kind of tell where it's going and, like, not die by being chomped on and doing a twist every time the lines go bold.
Okay, I'm going to sound crazy for saying this, not that I don't already, but I think the blurs are kind of like... Before-images? Sort of like the blur of a camera when something moves from one spot to another. Only, I'm seeing the picture before it happens. If that makes any sense at all. I think this might be it because, as I keep running down the street and hopping over cars and setting off alarms, I'm finding that almost every single blur I'm seeing is actually reached by that hideous blob thing.
This is just freaky and-ohGODTHERE'SMOREFEKKINGHELL.
"OKAY," I try to yell out, nearly choking on my own throat and tripping on the sidewalk, now fully sprinting and trying to get out of this red and black nightmare of blurs. "I think I get the point! I need to sleep more, I get it! I'll take my medication again, I swear, just don't let me get EATEN. OH FRICKHELPME." The last words were, embarrassingly, almost squeaked due to me suddenly being faced with not one, not two, but around five different blobs and all their accompanying red hazes of blinding color.
I can't see straight.
I can't breathe right.
I am going to die.
Someone help me, oh god. I'm not ready to die yet. I just wanted to live a normal life, isn't that okay? If I live past this, I'll kiss Marx full on the mouth! I swear to whatever Gods there may be I will feel up that boy and take life by the horns!
I'm about to collapse, really I am. They keep getting closer and I keep trying to get further and I keep falling and the blurs keep catching up and I'm not sure if I know which way is straight anymore.
I'm not even sure if hiding in a building would help. Would it? Oh god, I need something. Please oh please oh-GETITAWAYFRICK. OKAY, I GET IT, BUILDINGNOW.
It's just a sludge monster with a halo and a freakish coffin-shaped mouth and wings.
It's just a sludge monster with a halo and a freakish scream and wings.
Of course I screamed.
This is scary. I'm surprised I haven't done worse. Like, maybe, shout nine-one-one and run. Oh no, I'm too busy being frozen like a deer in headlights. Frick. What. Is. This. It's disgusting.
I need to run away.
And it's chasing me!
Really, this blobby thing that has no discernable legs is chasing me around. Think that's the worst part? Not even close. Each squishy thud makes me see blurs of dark red and I think I'm hallucinating horribly. The fear is real, the fear is always real, but I have never actually felt the vibrations of a scream from a hallucination before. And I've never seen ghosts in hallucinations either. Sure, maybe shadows, but not neon ghosts.
Everything is blurry, many of the lines faded, but I can see the hulking form of that thing in various spaces, thicker and bolder ones closer to me and lighter ones further off until it disappears like some creepy ghost in an old cheap film. It keeps following me and I think I'm going to have a heart-attack or faint or something but, to my amazement, I can kind of tell where it's going and, like, not die by being chomped on and doing a twist every time the lines go bold.
Okay, I'm going to sound crazy for saying this, not that I don't already, but I think the blurs are kind of like... Before-images? Sort of like the blur of a camera when something moves from one spot to another. Only, I'm seeing the picture before it happens. If that makes any sense at all. I think this might be it because, as I keep running down the street and hopping over cars and setting off alarms, I'm finding that almost every single blur I'm seeing is actually reached by that hideous blob thing.
This is just freaky and-ohGODTHERE'SMOREFEKKINGHELL.
"OKAY," I try to yell out, nearly choking on my own throat and tripping on the sidewalk, now fully sprinting and trying to get out of this red and black nightmare of blurs. "I think I get the point! I need to sleep more, I get it! I'll take my medication again, I swear, just don't let me get EATEN. OH FRICKHELPME." The last words were, embarrassingly, almost squeaked due to me suddenly being faced with not one, not two, but around five different blobs and all their accompanying red hazes of blinding color.
I can't see straight.
I can't breathe right.
I am going to die.
Someone help me, oh god. I'm not ready to die yet. I just wanted to live a normal life, isn't that okay? If I live past this, I'll kiss Marx full on the mouth! I swear to whatever Gods there may be I will feel up that boy and take life by the horns!
I'm about to collapse, really I am. They keep getting closer and I keep trying to get further and I keep falling and the blurs keep catching up and I'm not sure if I know which way is straight anymore.
I'm not even sure if hiding in a building would help. Would it? Oh god, I need something. Please oh please oh-GETITAWAYFRICK. OKAY, I GET IT, BUILDINGNOW.