The last thing I remember is a quiet darkness that began to make a crunching a noise. Like bones snapping. And a excruciating pain in my body.
I couldn't move, it was hopless to escape my fate. That I already knew, I also knew that even if I were to escape it would still be in vain. "IT" was everywhere.
The only question now is who's next...
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