die.
I thought.
suffer, take your last filthy breath and die.
but nothing seemed to happen. I'm alive. disappointed about the well-known outcome of our little game, I sighed.
why didn't he kill me?
I wondered; leaving my - actually quite thought trough - hideout.
he should've when he had the chance; but instead he disappeared again and made me win hide and seek for the third time this month. out of respect for the spirits, I decided to stay calm. I still refuse to believe that he looses on purpose; apparently i summoned him for nothing all over.
thanks for nothing, you moron.
I thought, being well aware of his presence.
he didn't respond; instead I felt a freezing cold breeze brushing my face.
fuck off.
I mumbled; swaying unsteady towards my bed.
subconscious I noticed my dads keys - at the door downstairs - , but I didn't had the nerve to listen to his immediate complaints. being filled with rage I let myself fall into bed. the soft but cold material of my pillow absorbed my hideous scream.
I'll try again.
I promised myself; before falling asleep with the dreadful demon watching my weakly exhausted and conspicuous thin body; from the ceiling above me.
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BLOOD LUST - where did you sleep last night?
Mystery / ThrillerThere is a game called hide and seek, just like the one from your childhood, but you're doing this alone. Keep in mind you're not completely alone here, you are playing this game with someone and they are not good company to keep. In this game of hi...
