PROLOGUE (1942)
The rain poured on the streets. The kid's faint laugh, a laugh turned into a dry laugh. Along with the beat of the rain. That would flow around the kid's shoe into the streets. The kid started coughing, however, it wasn’t a cough. It felt like someone was pulling him.
The hands…
Slime…
Dripping down his shirt, but that’s what he thought. It isn’t real, right? But, but, why? Why i...
I have the Lack of sleep
I sit there in my bed
Startled…
Dripping sounds come from my bathroom
I let my dog lick my hand
I fall asleep
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I hear the dripping sounds. “ARGH THE FAUCET!”
Again…
I let my dog lick my hand..
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Mom and dad are here. But are they? dripping sounds are still there…
I’ve had enough. I go to the bathroom and I see my dog..skinned and a pool of blood sits below him.....