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The tables surrounded me. I tried to find a place to hide, sinking into the floor. But to no avail. The tables crept in menacingly. Finally, one of them drew his sword and stabbed me right between the eyes. I lay on the floor, dead but alive, bleeding but hollow.
The cousin, I always hated her. For some reason, since I was a small boy she would insist upon harassing me at every opportunity. I did not understand, but I know that I hate her. I just want to feel like I have a family member who actually cares about me.
The trees. I'm so fucking sick of the trees. The tapping, screeching, and moaning. I lie awake every night, feeling this horrible rage, wishing and praying for a chainsaw. The trees...