He isn't... Playing red-light, green-light anymore guys.
God... Where do I fucking start. I... Don't really... One minute I
was walking out of my room, and the next I was... It was like I was
in a forest. Or a forest from an old photograph. It was daytime
before, there was sunlight... But then everything looked dark and
washed out. Those trees weren't like any kind of plant I have ever
seen. Have you ever seen a tree with pitch black leaves? Their
branches and trunks were twisted into shapes I can't... Describe. I
had no idea what the fuck was going on, but I knew it had to be Him
again.
So I did what my mind was begging me to do, and ran. I didn't pick a
direction, I just ran as fast as I could without risking balance
through that hell-forest. He was after me, I didn't even need to look
back to know that he was there. Maybe I should have, because it might
have made me run even faster if I had seen what he showed later...
Eventually I ran onto what I thought was a clearing, but was instead
a long unlit street. The streetlights were dead, or burned out. There
were several small, colorless houses lined up on the sides. They had
no doors, or windows that I could see. All over the street I saw
discarded objects. Dolls, basketballs, rusted tricycles, and other
childish mementos. There was even a playground visible, slides,
see-saws and jungle gyms, all rotting and rusted, sprinkled with dark
stains and puddles of inky black. Everything was... Silent. The only
living things in sight were those abominations of trees, twisting out
of the ground and blotting out the entire sky, save for a patch of
open, starless, darkness high above. Surely this was what hell looked
like.
Then I saw Him as he came towards me without pause. I grabbed a
nearby broken tree branch for protection, but it didn't matter. I was
paralyzed with fear, I think. I saw these four, long, black fleshy
tendrils come out of his back and writhe towards me. I think... I
think it broke my fight or flight instinct, as I could do neither.
Just watching Him come forward to... kill me... I couldn't even
scream.
But you know what?
He was fucking with me. He was fucking with me again. I would
be the last? Isn't that what you said you piece of shit? So why the
fuck is he even bothering with this? What the fuck does he gain from
that?
I regained my senses on the side of the creek, near the woods around
the college. My heart was pounding, I was crying. My legs
ached from the running, so I knew it was real. It was... Like that
place, all over again. But this time was so much worse. I don't...
Know if I can take this. This can't happen again. I can't take it.
