I was walking down a hallway. Foggy glass lined walls, sleeping figures behind them. I looked in one, and a face, a face of pure horror and despair, rose up, and stared at me. It grabbed me by the shoulder, and pulled me through the glass, not shattering a thing. It had a large meat cleaver. Skin as pail as ice is light blue. Hair as black as black can be. Eyes as dead as Satan is evil. They were true incarnations of evil, and were Demonic. It pushed my against a slightly spiked wall, impaling my right arm. It then swung its blade, slipping my skull apart. Top right half was sliced, and puss and blood splattered outwards. I'll never forget the face it had. So evil, so cold...
 Campaigner · Sat Feb 19, 2005 @ 03:42am · 0 Comments |
