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tacos
day 1, wake up.....the first thing i notice is that there is a constant crunching sound, coming from somewhere in the house. I cheack my fathers room, turn the light on and see blood everwhere covering the walls the ceiling, floor, everywhere, though i find no body. i should feel sad, depressed, numb, shock. but i feel nothing only the same as when i woke up, hype-alert, to everything, the snoring a house away, the dog barking a block away.I turn the light off and continue my trip through, which i believe is a dream, but so real, a lucid dream mabey, am i screaming in terror but unable to feel a thing in this dream like state, i dont think so. I come to my brothers room, the door is closed, but blood seeps from below the door, what will i find? my brothers body crumbled to oneside guts torn from his torso, i dont know but i have to see. I grab the door knob and turn it, and gentaly push the door open. What i find will haunt me for the rest of my life if this is a dream, im still not sure but that might be enlightened soon. I open the door and see a cadaver hanging from the ceiling from the face that is bearly there i recognize my father, his body is covered in blood a cut that lasted from his croch to his jaw, is open but i see nothing inside. My brother pind to the wall with bent rebars, not sure how they got there but there, there. He is missing half of his head and i can see whats left of his brain. as i step closer to his somehow already rotting body, i see thousends of magots rithing in his skin, then i hear a dark chukle from behind be, which is from the door i just walked in. I turn and for the first time in the last 3o minutes since i woke i feel terror. What looks at me is a thing half my size
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