December 19, 2008
Dark and there’s no way to go. Trapped here alone with chains, dirt, and rats. I think you should leave now, for you would not want them to find you. Shh., shh, they are coming, for they smell your scent of fear. Go now before they take you, so leave for they won’t have mercy on your soul.

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