A Christmas MassacreHeavy breathing fills the air.More Like This
I pant. Light peaceful Christmas music fills the atmosphere.
Where am I? Who am I? Is this a dream?
If so, why can't I awaken? Where are my shoes?
Why is there blood on my hands?
Brief yelling is heard from behind.
I turn. No one is there.
A blood trail glows. I follow.
I can fill my heartbeat pound throughout my chest,
as if it was merely trying to escape.
But from what? What's happening?
What am I doing? Is this a dream?
I feel like lucid. So, unreal.
As if I'm no longer in control of my own body.
What is this? Why am I holding a gun.
I stop. I try to think cordially, but I can't.
What is wrong with me? Where am I?
Is this a dream? Am I sleeping?
I feel a sharp pain illuminate throughout my body.
I've seemed to have stepped on a shard of glass.
Um? It's not a normal piece of glass either.
It's from a pair of glasses, but whom?
I turn. More yells from a distance is heard.
Immortal.The human soul is immortal.More Like This
It cannot be destroyed.
So when a human "dies,"
They only depart from the body,
In a shedding-like manner.
...Therefore, "death" is nonexistent.
He's watching.He's watching you know.More Like This
He's watching every single thing you do.
I can tell because I can see him looking.
Stop. Don't turn. He'll notice.
Just get up and change seats.
Don't make it look too obvious.
Stop! Don't look back. He'll notice.
Just play it cool.
Yes, that's it. A little more.
Good. You've managed to get away.
Now calm down. He isn't going to do anything.
He won't hurt you. He isn't real.
It's time to go. The bell rang.
Move slowly or he'll notice.
Stop! Stop! He's looking.
He's looking with that dreadful smile again.
He's coming! He's coming!
RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
Don't look back, he'll notice.
Run into that restroom right there.
Quickly before he sees you enter.
Hide in the stall far to the right.
Go, go now! Be quiet.
What is that sound? Who is that coming?
Is it him? Don't move. Don't breathe.
Be quiet. He's getting closer. Closer!
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