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Friday Oct 31, 2003

Oct 31, 2003
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you wake up.

well, that's not quite right. consciousness returns, let's put it that way. you can see, but there is only a dim, flickering fluorescent light illuminating the room. you can hear, but only the buzzing of that same light. there is no feeling except intense cold.

you see rusty steel gurneys scattered haphazardly about the room. the floor, a dark blue tile pattern, is covered with mildew. your naked body has apparently been placed sitting up against the wall opposite the door while you were unconscious.

you cannot move.

you cannot speak.

eventually, you realize your heart is not even beating.

indistinguishable days pass in total isolation. you are incapable of sleeping to break up the extreme monotony. the cold has penetrated the deepest core of your body, and you can't even shiver. the only things in your range of vision are the door, the gurneys, a series of numbered drawers on the left wall, and your own feet, mottled and blue.

strange, you come to think, i can see more and more of my feet and lower legs. as if your legs are growing, imperceptibly but surely. eventually, you are certain they reach one tile further than they did before.

the tedium is excruciating. after an immeasurable length of time, your feet touch the opposite wall, and suddenly, you hear a snap. and another. the snaps increase in frequency, and it occurs to you what you're hearing is the sound of tendons popping. bone grinding against bone. the cacophony is nauseating, but soon subsides.

your legs have bent ninety degrees straight up and continue growing up the wall. you finally know you are in hell.



happy halloween.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
enzo525:
I didn't make it. Sorry. I worked my ass off that night, came home and crashed.
Nov 3, 2003
pyronautica:
Your profile pic never ceases to amaze me. I can always count on it for a chuckle.
Nov 5, 2003

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