Friday, January 16, 2015

[#014] Torment

I wake up and sniff the air. Musty. Cold, but growing warmer.

I cannot see or hear. I cannot remember.

Heat blasts from above. I reach out and touch opposing walls. The room is long and narrow… A closet? A hallway?

The fetid heat begins to fill my mouth with the stench of meat. A wet form slithers down my hand. I run for my life.

Hot air pulses around me, beating sweat from my bare skin for several minutes before a long and winding weight descends like a sandpaper snake, catching me by the neck and lifting me off the ground. I wrap my hands around its sticky length and pull it free, crashing to the floor, entangled with the massive, whip-like tongue. A million tiny legs quiver down my back as I gag on rotting, white-hot breath and--


I wake up and sniff the air. Musty. Cold again, but growing warmer…

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