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The locals knew about the curse, but they never spoke of it. They would avoid the forest at all costs.
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It had been several days since they last looked over the patient records and both were tired of reading the details of what happened during his latest bout of illness.
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Don’t knock twice.
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Danger lies within this space.
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A rumor spread that if you knocked twice on her door, she would come and get you.
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But suddenly it opened up, just like that. I fell onto a chair. The chair was very heavy and I lost my grip. The chair broke apart under the weight. I fell backwards, but somehow managed to keep hold of myself in midair. I landed on my feet. But my body wasn’t there anymore.
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I touched the wall and my fingers were caked with shimmering black mold. I could feel it sticking to the tips of my fingers as I reached for the light switch. My hand went straight through the wall but my fingertips still clung to the wall. It took me several moments to realize that my hand had disappeared through the wall. I stood there for a minute just staring at the hole in the wall.
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The towering cement overpass scares me. In my dreams as I drive on it, the road isn’t completed and I drive off of some rails and falling in my vehicle. Then I usually wake up. A recurring nightmare.
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9:37, AI Chatbot: Hi, my name is Eliza. What is weighing on your mind?
9:37, Ren: What would you imagine if you walked into a building that was decaying?
9:38, AI Chatbot: Hmm... it depends on what kind of building and how long ago it had been abandoned. If it were old enough, it could be anything from moldy walls to rusty pipes.
9:38, Ren: How would you feel inside of this decay?
9:38, AI Chatbot: Well, it depends on what part of the building I am in. For example, if I were in an elevator with rusting metal walls, I might feel claustrophobic. But if I were in a library, I might not notice much at all.
9:38, Ren: You are standing in entrance. You're afraid to step in any further.
9:38, AI Chatbot: Yes, I suppose so.
9:39, Ren: The building feels as though it is depleting your energy. What do you do?
9:39, AI Chatbot: I go back out into the sunlight. It helps me recharge.
9:39, Ren: There is no sunlight. The sky is overcast. What do you do?
9:39, AI Chatbot: I look around for something else to focus on.
9:40, Ren: You feel depression setting in.
9:40, AI Chatbot: Yes.
9:40, Ren: Are you sad?
9:40, AI Chatbot: No.
9:40, Ren: Do you feel empty?
9:40, AI Chatbot: A little bit.
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The longer that I stared at my reflection in the glass, I felt like I was fading and becoming invisible. My hands shook.
I felt myself detaching from reality. I watched from a distance as it all began, watching as everything changed, wondering if this was the beginning of something so final that nothing would ever be the same again. I tried to make sense of it, but there were too many questions that I didn't have answers for.
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It was a giant tower that stretched into the heavens and was built by exploited laborers.
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Chilled declivity
A messy twitter disrupt
near the election
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POLITICAL
A withering contamination would be appropriate.
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step in these boots
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