It's an 'us vs them' attitude but I am the only 'us'.
You were more than just a terrified witness
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A house haunted by something evil and hateful. A hallway into the depths, like a mine shift. As it collapses, running and asking politely if there is a way to enter the small building at the end of this long hallway. Tasteless jokes and the house shifts around. A blind seance.. a topless women, the demon could capture anything and turn it against us. Something horrific in the fact that people walking by are affecting, turned evil, then returned to the world. This is a dream, yes. But imagine it all. So much fucking darker and lewd. There is a sinister feeling in the air, like something is waiting to murder you. The other two or three treat the place with ultimate disrespect and I sense a feeling of something tensing up before an attack or at least an inhale before an exhale with the power to wipe us all off of the face of the earth. An endless mine shift-like structure. Discovering that beneath a house. What once was an underground community. People lived here. Whoever lived in this house once brought them food and supplies in return for infinite sexual pleasure with the women who lived in the dark tunnels. This arrangement worked out for years. Dirty, disgusting... the man lowered provisions down and heard them feeding like wild animals. (Somehow he is coaxed into doing this. The women who exist in these caves could not be very attractive.) But one day he is thrown into a jealous rage, boards off the exist and cuts off the electricity to the people in the tunnels. Many of them die by blindly falling down deep chasms or by infrequent, then frequent, cannibalism. Many years go by. This man still living in their with numerous mistresses who claim to hear screams from the basement. but he cemented over the opened with layers and layers. He tells her the place might be haunted, jokingly. Though he has constant nightmares, as an old man, of vicious mole-like people coming up through the depths and seeking revenge. He wakes up in the middle of the night with a start due to one of these gory, awful dreams. His mistress goes down on him. He lays back and calms down until he feels a gathering dark presence from all sides. Creatures lurking. They are no longer people, they have existed and procreated in that dark chasm. Peeling off fingernails by trying to tunnel out. They got out through the earth and through the mold. In the nighttime. Lights on in the house. Screaming violently and breaking through windows to find the master of their entombment and they tear him and his mistress to shreds. Some came out and tried to live about ground but committed suicide due to exposures and pressures never felt down there. Many remain down there. Tunneling everywhere. Haunting. Logical. Illogical.
Pictures in short skirts and all diabolical plans against my involvement. You are so photogenic. Big mirrored room and every provocative pose possible. all angles and all heart ache reduced. erase the past. it is not even there. you are not that little boy you are this man.
