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It was so black that I forgot what it was like to see. A whispering voice spoke words unknown to me.

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My burps smell like rotting flesh and I can’t control them.

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My burps smell like rotting flesh and I can't control them.

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My burps smell like rotting flesh and I can’t control them.

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I can’t stop burping and oh my God do they smell horrible, like rotting flesh.

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True horror

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The thundering snow hit me hard from behind and blotted out the sky. Instinctively, I drew a breath but what little air there was stopped at the back of my throat as the weight immobilized my diaphragm.

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I had only just deciphered the frantic yelling rising up from the base of the mountain before the thundering snow sent me tumbling until I lost sight of the blue sky. In the silent stillness I instinctively drew a breath but the air hung in my mouth as an immeasurable weight pressed upon my lungs.

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When I was a child, my friends and I would lock other kids in the church basement as a prank.

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“Mom! Moooooommmmmm! please pick up!,” whispering into the phone, I prayed she was safe from the appalling beings buzzing across the sky.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
It was so black that I forgot what it was like to see. A whispering voice spoke words unknown to me.	2
My burps smell like rotting flesh and I can’t control them.	1
My burps smell like rotting flesh and I can't control them.	1
My burps smell like rotting flesh and I can’t control them.	1
I can’t stop burping and oh my God do they smell horrible, like rotting flesh.	1
True horror	1
The thundering snow hit me hard from behind and blotted out the sky. Instinctively, I drew a breath but what little air there was stopped at the back of my throat as the weight immobilized my diaphragm.	1
I had only just deciphered the frantic yelling rising up from the base of the mountain before the thundering snow sent me tumbling until I lost sight of the blue sky. In the silent stillness I instinctively drew a breath but the air hung in my mouth as an immeasurable weight pressed upon my lungs.	1
When I was a child, my friends and I would lock other kids in the church basement as a prank.	1
“Mom! Moooooommmmmm! please pick up!,” whispering into the phone, I prayed she was safe from the appalling beings buzzing across the sky.	1