So I’m standing there, just looking at this thing. I can never remember if it’s called a mausoleum or a tomb, or if they are just synonyms… but you know what I mean. It’s place, with an ingress, that is creepy as fuck because maybe there is a corpse in it.
It’s staring at me.
Someone left the door open.
It’s… staring… at me.
I could see the earth behind it, humped and raised although not enough for one to simply walk through the door and expect to be in a room. The darkness is a descending darkness, the kind that pulls you down, ever down… into…?
I step inside.
It’s calling me.
I can hear a heartbeat, in the dark.
The light disappears behind me.
It exhales.
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Nightmare Fuel 2016, Day 1