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In the darkness. The room condenses. Collapses inward , inside a sleepless crumbling mind. The space under the bed has become unbearable. There should be a stillness... should be . Spoiling milk smell, horrid. Wet dragging wretched limb twisting motions tree branch shadowed , caught in between the lightnings’ bluish flashes. Glimpses.. Something. Perhaps pulling itself along a fresh trail unmistakable on the old weathered floor boards. There and then not. A reflection in the shattered mirror. ...something … almost vibrational, twitching. The glint of an eye, maybe too large unforgivably white, too still to be real . The maddening scritching spastic sound of it Too near, too frequent… The knife. Yes ,... yes, the knife...
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Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 11:02 PM UTC
Scary Halloween Fun ( not Gore or violence)
In the darkness. The room condenses. Collapses inward , inside a sleepless crumbling mind. The space under the bed has become unbearable. There should be a stillness... should be . Spoiling milk smell, horrid. Wet dragging wretched limb twisting motions tree branch shadowed , caught in between the lightnings’ bluish flashes. Glimpses.. Something. Perhaps pulling itself along a fresh trail unmistakable on the old weathered floor boards. There and then not. A reflection in the shattered mirror. ...something … almost vibrational, twitching. The glint of an eye, maybe too large unforgivably white, too still to be real . The maddening scritching spastic sound of it Too near, too frequent… The knife. Yes ,... yes, the knife...
Get a flashlight a candle a blanket and a spooky voice and read this one with a slow spooky voice.... Happy Halloween//// lol
#halloween#scary#spooky#writing#skills#gamleon
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Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 11:02 PM UTC
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