Nightmare Number Six
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Horror


A.R.Yngve

He wondered what year it was. Then he wondered why. It was hard to keep that thought. He raised his arm to look at the wristwatch. Oh yeah, he’d broken it a few minutes ago, because having to keep the time made him feel trapped.

Crap. His stomach rumbled. There was a weird smell from the kitchen. Had he decided not to use the bathroom again?

Don't think about the smell don't think about the smell in the kitchen if you don't want it to be there it isn't oh God please help me I'm so confused --


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