Cant breath, can't see, feeling faint, can't wait, can't
move, can't sound, but yet again its read. …. Speechless within my
self, silence fills the air, which I am in, the floor creeks the bottom of
my chair gives out, sitting on the floor now, rocking back n forth. Scared
but yet exited, the wind blows the light go out. The dog barks then whimpers
in pain. The door slams, the radio starts and plays soft music, the shadows
start to dance you take your last breath and hell begins
 
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