I remember only a scream. And then a multitude of shrieks wrapping around my head, gradually tightening, crushing my skull with their fury. Then a fall into a grassy abyss, to the very bottom of the green thicket. The cannibalistic sounds raping my body, like vultures, began to feast on my limp body, sharing the remains of the carcass with the vermin drawn by the stench of a rotting corpse. Moments later, my eyes gouged out and white bones gnawed of flesh, I found myself transported to a room where everything was dead. Only I, strangely revived.
The rotten green walls, stained with water and the marks of a desperate struggle against captivity, made me realize I wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. "Patience, someone will surely come."
The only escape route led through a large wooden door, from which thick, cracked flakes of red paint were peeling. I tried to open them, but they were clearly locked. "Calm down, don't worry. Someone has to come." But no one came.
Inside, the air grew thicker, and my thoughts dangerous. Why was I locked in? Am I accused of something? Maybe someone had kidnapped me. And so, pondering this, I didn't notice bile mixed with saliva starting to drip from the walls. Only a foul stench snapped me out of my reverie, and I realized I was slowly drowning in human juices. But a moment later, they were gone.
I began to thrash around the room. Bumping into the walls, I left a trail of my claws, my talons, my hatred. I'll take revenge, just let them let me go!
It was getting hotter and hotter. I began to sweat, melt, and soak into the floor. But… "I'll get out of here soon. I'll get out of here no matter what!"
My clothes were already soaked through with sweat. I didn't have the strength to scream, to get up, to live. A moment later, blood began to pour from my nose. A red stream ran down my mouth, chin, and neck. I licked my lips, tasting my own blood for the first time. A moment later, I felt terrible pain, as if someone were piercing my eardrums with sharp spikes. Hunched on the ground, convulsing, I began to choke on the thick air and drown in my own sweat. Blood was already pouring from my nose, ears, and eyes. "Let me out! I want out of here!!" And suddenly, I vomited my own life.
Dead, I walked cadaverously to the door. I started pounding on it with all my might. Let them hear me, let them know I won't give up so easily. Let them come here! I'll kill anyone! Let them just show up, I'll kill them!! Let them come and give me a chance. Let them die! Let them die!! "Let them die!!!" The red door gave way.
He had been lying in the clearing for several minutes. He fainted. I saw him fall to the ground, clutching his head. I called out to him, but he didn't seem to hear me. I ran over quickly. I tried to wake him, but despite my efforts, I couldn't shake him. After a moment, he turned terribly pale. He had a fever and began to sweat. Within minutes, he was soaked through. He began to shake. His hand, as if guided by some unknown force, rose low to the ground. It fell. It gripped a large stone tightly, as if trying to grasp reality and pull the rest of his soul out of the nightmare. He seemed to be coming to his senses. He slowly began to open his tired eyes. "Are you okay?"
"He will die!!!"
When the mind begins to think of you. When it desires, when it suffers and destroys you within itself.
When it rots and overcomes you corpse. When it drowns you in pus and you sink like a pauper.
When it strangles, suffocates, and colludes with death, it's a sign that you have a worm in your head.
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