Horrors Deep Within

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The horrors live deep in the woods, but were must i find those terrible tortures? The air is heavy and tepid, the grass feels oily in-between your toes, the trees feel bumpy as you run your hand on the bark. THe holes are dark and deep, almost impossible not to fall into one. The sun shines down on your back, sinking into your skin. Deer fall to the ground after being shot through the heard. Dark red liquid spills onto the cluttered ground. Another flash comes from the distance. Then another deer falls. Now there is a pool of blood. The squirrels begin to chatter nervously, not knowing what would happen next. Flies begin to fly in, smelling the rotting flesh. Birds then dive in for supper, eatin the buzzing pests. Once again all is silent. I begin to climb an old oak tree, to get a better view. The branch snaps, no longer holding my weight, I fall. I plumage into darkness, and my soul disconnects from my body. I sink deeper, and deeper. The pain begins to thrive. Ripping and lashing me. Blood begins to spill into my eyes. Burning I let out a bloodthirsty cry. I can no longer see. THe pain, to great, begins to over power me. I become weak and try to stand up, to get away, but i fail. Why must i suffer? Was this pain, for all the wrong doing i have done? Or was it something more, a gift? Blood rushes to my head, and an awful taste forms in my mouth. Then i full and the fall again... I wake up and I'm lying in my bed, it was all a dream, one terrible, horrible, dream.