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a tribute to our favorite drawpile moderator
on the topic of corsets, i'll share you a fear of mine. corset piercings. don't look them up, they're as disgusting as they sound
Nobody can imagine the pain reflected onto my face right now.
And the tear going through the corner of my eye.
And my fear of skin being ripped off.
Aside from being a horrible nightmare that left me a mess. I really wish I could bottle that up into a film.
The way the monsters moved so grotesquely around the bed. And then their deep dark laugh as they formed together in almost old clay-like motions into my fiancee. And then the way they were facing away from me. Their body in front of the door, blocking most the light that was coming in. And how they slowly spun the head around, in such a slow slow manner that I got such an intense feeling of dread the closer it got to facing me eye to eye.
The silence in the air aside from their wheezing and the panicked feeling of paralysis. Then the way they spoke, immediately as their head finished turning back to see me, very clearly mocking what makes me safe and jumping straight into furthering that chill down my spine. “What’s wrong? Isn’t this comforting?” and then the way they bent down, distorting their body, onto the floor and scrambling over, only her turned around head peeking out from the edge of the bed by my face and whispering “Go back to sleep....” Like they were waiting.
And the worst part is what shook me awake, made me suddenly desperately try my hardest to wake. Is they did what no monster or shadow or demon or nightmare in my sleep paralysis dreams had done before. They broke a rule. They put a hand on the bed, twitching, slithering across, and stroked my hair. Never before in any of my dreams could they cross the bed and touch me. They were just always around it and near it, sometimes even on the roof peering down at it. But this.... They did it like it was nothing.
Ugh... I gotta stop thinking about it.