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[opheled]

Chapter 1

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I was walking through the forest late at night, I wanted to get some fresh air but to be truly honest I just wanted to get out of that dusty cabin. The moon was out and the owls were calling for their mates. After I had walked for —I don’t know how long— I stumbled upon an opening with a tree stump that looked like a chair. As I walked over to the stump, I heard a blood-curdling scream. My breathing stops as I look around frantically trying to pinpoint where the screaming came from all of a sudden the screaming stopped, -silence- as I look around no one else was there just the howling of the wind the moon, me, and the crunch of the fall leaves while I walk backward I look around some more and mutter, "What the fuck was that..?" I tried to listen in for footsteps as I slowly made my way back to the cabin, I slowly turned my head side to side to see if anyone or anything would be out and pop up on me, nothing was heard in the distance, just the crunching leaves the wind and my heart beat thumping in my ears. I turned away from the stump and started to speed walk back to the cabin I was staying in. As I was getting close to the cabin, I heard another scream, however this time it sounded closer. I tensed up and looked over my shoulder, nothing just the leaves on the dirt floor and the looming trees. At this point, you could barely see the moon. Even if the light was seeping through, the trees were too thick to even see your hand in front of you, and the anxious feeling in my gut was too much for me to bear. It felt like I could throw up right then and there. But I didn't hear while something was out there Lurking and prodding about. I had to try and keep my cool. I couldn't make ANY noise while getting back to my cabin. "Maybe I should have listened to Joanna and not gone on this trip. I should have stayed in my tiny apartment and-" Suddenly something makes me trip, and I land face-first into the dirt "Ugh…what the hell?" I turn on my side and look down towards my legs, My face goes pale, and I have to hold back the urge to scream, to vomit everything out... .a severed arm…. *Oh god I think I’m gonna be sick Was this why I heard screaming* But the blood was too dry and the arm looked rotten and disfigured You could barely tell it was an arm it looked like it had been there for days, months even.*Oh god this is sick…I gotta get out of here*  I shake my head to try and get the thought out of my head. The one screaming must have been from someone else. I scramble to my feet, shaking from head to toe, the hairs on my neck standing up on my body on edge. Goosebumps all over my arms "I gotta get out of here I can-” 

*¡bam!* 

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Darkness

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I open my eyes and I am met with the stinging of the light. I shut my eyes quickly groaning in the process as I try to regain my composure, but how long has it been? I tried to get up but my arms and legs were strapped to a metal table. “Ugh, What the hell?'' I lift my head -as best as I can at least- and look down at my body, I’m wearing a hospital nightgown that goes all the way down to my ankles there is dry blood and unknown stains on the gown it feels like it hadn't been washed in years, all the color from my face was gone and I was met with the coldest feeling in my life as soon as the metallic iron hit my nose. I looked to my right and the floor was covered with blood and a bag full of what I assumed to be organs or body parts in a corner next to a fridge. *Oh god why*  I struggled as quietly as I could so I didn't draw attention to whatever was outside of this room, but the struggling didn’t do anything in my favor. I couldn't get out no matter how hard I tried. I started to look around the room I was in. It was cold and felt damp. The walls were rusty, and there was a small table beside me with surgical tools and a light. I started to panic more. But I had to have a cool head to find a way to get out of here “Where am I? How did I even get here?” I whisper as if someone could have possibly heard me. And as on cue, ‘someone’ or should I say something, walked in. The person looked human, but they didn’t feel human. The clothes that they wore were ragged and dusty, slightly covered in dry and fresh blood, and its face… I have never been so scared in my whole life. I think they had on a mask - from what I can see anyway-. Blue… while black sludge ran down the mask’s cheeks...blue. Ironic it used to be my favorite color, but now if I ever make it out alive it would only haunt me in my dreams. "Oh you're awake," The 'person' said. Their voice was deep, yet slightly high pitched, it was smooth. It would have been soothing if I hadn't been in a cold, damp, rusted room tied to a doctor's surgical table with belt straps. "I only came in here for this one.” He said, pointing to the other table. He continued, pulling another table out from under a stack of boxes. *what the fuck...* As the man in the blue mask walked past me the body's head turned towards me, their mouth opened just slightly like they wanted to whisper something into my ear " h..el.p me.." The body said, "What the hell.." I said barely above a whisper yet the man in the blue mask heard what I had said "I thought he was dead too but I guess I'll have to take out his kidneys while he's still alive huh?" The man said as he chuckled it sounded more like a growl, as he walked out of my sight I heard a door open the eerie screech was so obnoxiously loud then the door shut and I was left alone with my thoughts.

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To be continued