It is too late for me.....I walked into the house and I can never come back out...........
I looked out the window only to see this hideous face and I smelled a stench so powerful the bile in my stomach shot out like a fountain
I ran from the window not knowing which way to turn.....
Suddenly this creature leaped through the open window....my heart was racing as I ran.......
I tried to hide in one of the bedrooms but it found me......
I ran from behind the curtain on the four cornered bed and could feel his claw slice down my back........
I ran towards the dining room and for a split second I thought I found some one who could help me....
GOOD GOOD OF MERCY.....SHE WAS A GHOST!..........Is this a dream......no......my back is bleeding from the clawing monster.....I must run,
She has turned into a knight........God God! What a 'Nightmare'
He chased me from from room to room trying to kill me.....I 'll go down stairs.....yes down stairs......
What is that behind me........my heart is pounding and is ready to explode......
They are everywhere...........am I to be eaten alive.....!
Even the statues are coming alive......where can I turn....where........
Maybe I can hide here......
OH MY GOD ....SOMETHING IS EATING ME......
I ran past the knight......but how can I be eaten alive and I can still run.....every part in my body is at the highest threshold of pain imaginable ........I scream in pain hoping to pass out.....
I can hear the singing of the ghosts from France.......and I can run right through them........MY GOD, CAN I NOT GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE?
Blocked again.......my god ....it is ripping and tearing at me again.......slashing my flesh.......the claws penetrating my organs as I scream in pain......yet I still can run......is this a dream....a very painful dream?.....the pain so strong that I pray to pass out...even welcome death....WHY CAN'T I PASS OUT!....Just kill me now and get it over.....
But 'hark'....I hear a voice.....it says...."I can save you...come to me......I follow the voice......I run up the stairs......I see his finger pointing at me.....he says touch me......touch the painting......I can save you....
"Yes, the painting can save you, we all bear witness to that.........just touch the painting........we all did and we were saved.........look at us.........are we not a happy group?........
I ran up the stairs......and ran for the painting.......I didn't just touch it.....I kissed and hugged it......I begged it to make the pain stop.......
He stared at me from the painting as I touched and kissed him.......then I blacked out.......and when I awoke...
I just saw a wall......the stairs....I smelled oil and canvas.....the pain was still there.........even intensified.....then suddenly I realized that I was now the painting............
super cool
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