Play with your creativity.
Imagine this:
You are all alone in a dark room (what typical), you can't see anything, you hear nothing, you are gagged, tied to a table (we'll, all this know you from memory), the atmosphere feels heavy, smell, something that you can't define, because never in your life you ever smelled rotten meat, however, your instinct tells you that you can not mean anything good.(Here comes into play the imagination of the authors), you begin to wrestle, you move desperate head towards all possible places looking for something light, a figure, whatever it is that you of a hint that you can escape or die.
You can break your right hand, you have no idea how, but grateful you to your God; you release your left hand and take off your gag, awkwardly looking for the way to take off what keeps you tied to the table at the height of your chest. You can manage it. Perfect.
You wake up, you feel the weight of your body on your weak legs, how long have you been there? However, the main thing is to find the way out
Walking with arms outstretched toward the front, walk and walk, and you keep walking until you see with... a wall that throbs? you quickly turn the hands only to realize that they are sticky (sounds familiar?), you pass through the mind that can be any kind of gel, but you don't want to cheat, you know what blood (HA!).There is no way to continue looking for other than with one hand on the wall and the other to the front, and continue walking until you reach somewhere.
You close your hand shaking and you pose in the pulsating wall, you realize with asco which is warm, but there is no other way; walking, step after step, tired, hungry and dehydrated, you don't know if you take minutes, days or years there but continuing your "journey".You want to take a step, but bend your knees and fall heavily to the front and give you a strong blow in the mouth that makes you blood on the lip. Blessed be that fluid, it blows up your language of choice, a slight smile forms on your lips, finally something liquid! Although the taste you does not last because you lose the knowledge and you die.
You open your eyes, the light hurts your pupils accustomed to the darkness, with an arm cover your eyelids. Wait, do not were you dead? (clear that no, champion), thought to have died. Then where are you?You remove the arm and slowly open your eyes; a chill go up your back, sweat covers your body, your breathing becomes gasps: the sky is a beautiful blue color.You raise your torso and drag you back, look in front of you and your eyes open of dread, kilometers of green lawn back you look, trees and flowers of all shapes and colors imaginable greet you; everything is so beautiful, what's wrong with you?
Your back is a rough surface and quickly turn the head to observe the trunk that slowed down your flight. Get up slowly, not really sure if all that might jump on you. You give a step alert before any alien to you move, another step (very well, has remembered how to walk!) one more, and you decide to start a walk.The Sun gives you light and heat, light and heat that you hate.
Trees give you shade and food, things that you never Quinceanera.com.Everything is bright, colorful, beautiful... perfect. Should not be jumping of excitement and tears of joy?You hear strange noises, branches creaking, light steps; you see leaves falling, you know that they follow you, who is? (isn't Slenderman, quiet), want to talk to (threaten anyone who dares to pursue you) but your voice is broken, simple and clear: you've lost it, it would be non-use surely.
Tours on your heels looking for. You don't see anyone. Sighing relieved back to your site. You stay still, you bend ready to run or attack, whichever comes first, and look at the eyes of the beautiful deer that watching you curious.The minutes and you are bathed in sweat, finally the animal loses interest in you, and leaves.You feel your heart beating strongly your ribs, don't you think enduring one second in that place.You want to return to the previous place, Yes, that warm and pulsating walls, that dark and empty room in which you feel so comforted. Tears fall freely down your cheeks, you collect them with the tip of your tongue tasting the salty taste.You feel a hand on your shoulder, tours and stay front a man who you look worried, tells you something that you don't understand, you examine your body up and down, afraid you shake your head and trying to flee. Horror you see how more people are approaching you.A terrible chest pain paralyzes your left arm, what? you feel you fall and touch the floor; You can not breathe, but smile. You smile because you know that you are dying. You smile because you will leave that perfect and terrifying place back. You smile because you have no more fear. You close your eyes, and this time it is forever.
Surely you now think that this was stupid. Who knows, maybe it was. Or perhaps it was that you do not understand really what is terror.You can interpret it as you like. Each has its way of seeing fear, every damn person girta before any thing or situation; However, if not appreciate how horrible of how beautiful, how you really differentiate beauty of ugliness? Terror of joy?But most important: do stand pressure see perfectly after surviving what you think it is horror?
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