THE POSSESSIVE BLOODLINE
They can see my suffering, but they can't reach me.
I'm alone. Utterly, irrevocably alone.
The visions intensify, the padded walls closing in, the faces outside the window growing more distorted and grotesque. I scream again, but still no sound.
I'm losing it. I'm slipping away, descending into madness.
I open my eyes, gasping for air, my body drenched in sweat. The motel room is still there, but the visions linger, clinging to the edges of my consciousness.
I'm terrified. Terrified of what I'm becoming, of the darkness that's consuming me.
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