my night terror
im in a room by myself with the lights off then the lights flicker on and all these people are in there with no faces sometimes just a smile or just eyes
then the lights go out and go back on and there is no one there im just covered in bloody hand prints then the lights go out again
and then when they go back on im missing a limb and everyone has eyes or a smile and just watch me bleed
now its crazier and my eyes are out of sockets or they have empty eyes sometimes all my organs are ripped out
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