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The pit

04:37 Nov 28 2011
Times Read: 553


The wall were damp with moisture and cold to the touch. A smell of dirt lingered in the air. Echoes of laughter resonated through the dark cave. A shimmer of light illuminated the end of the tunnel. As i came into the light it opened up into a vast cavern deep within the earth. It was filled with people from all over. Some were dressed in casual t shirt and jeans while others wore glamous ball gowns with mask on to hide thier identity. Small tents were set up around the edge of the caver; each decorated in brilliant strands of lights and ornaments: like those seen at the carnivals. Many sold candy covered apples and cotton candy. The smell of fried food mingled with damp earth. The center of the cavern was opened to a black pit, that stretched far into the deepest blackness of the earths bowels. A huge farris wheel rotated above the hole, moving swinging, open buckets full of passengers up and down above the abyss. Laughter echoed through the cavern as people screamed as the buckets swung to and fro over the wide mouth of darkness. A lady with big black hair piled on her head, a painted white face with smeared bright red lipstick on; grabbed my hand and pulled me to the entrsnce gate to the farris wheel. He pulled back and dug my heels into the slippery slate covering the floor; only to slide unwillingly closer to the sky high wheel. Other preople with painted faces and torn ballgowns grabbed me and pulled me along, guiding me to the gate. Fear rose in my throat as the anticipation of the height of the wheel sunk into my conscience. I shook my head no, consistsntly to no avail. Many hands shoved me into a bucket, it tottered wildly almost tipping me out into the bottomless pit of blackness. As i turned to find the door and find my escape, the wheel jerked forward, sweeping me up into the air as i hung to the edge of the bucket for my life. The crowd roared with laughter and danced about like some costume ball. As the bucket swung up and back down toward the pit; a stench of rotted meat rose to meet my nose. A faint hissing, or screaming nose rose from the darkness. The hair on the back of my neck tingled with fear as i searched the blackness for movement. I screamed for someone to get me off the ride, no one responded with kind, only laughter reached my ears. The bucket rotated again to be heading back to the bottom of the wheel, a shimmer of gray shadows slithered out of the darkness. One.. Then another... Until the whole wall all around the inside of the pit seemed to be moveing from the shadows crawling..... Upward, toward the wheel. I saw a familiar face in the crowd.... A loved one.... I yelled for help... They saw me... I felt hope.. They smiled and turned their back to me and walked away. I cried and pleaded for thier help.... I felt abandoned... Hurt and betrayed. The bucket swung down toward the pit. I saw the red eyes looking at me. Thousands of them, thats when i could see the teeth. The mouths gapeing open, moisture like thick jelly ran down their lips. One of the creatures let out a blood curling scream and lept for the bucket. The bucket turned to the side, i clung to the opposite side for my life. The creatures teeth gnashed at my feet. I kicked at its face. Its hide felt slippery. It breath billowed a smell of death that reaked of musky dirt and wet old blood, metallic sweet smell that made my stomach turn. It snapped at my shoe with ferociousness. I hit it hard in the temple. Its long claws slipped from the side of the bucket. The bucket swung violently to its original position, flinging me out the other side. The edge of the pit was close by, i jumped from the bucket and tumbled to the damp, cold floor beneath me. I rolled to the side. The crowd roared with laughter. They begged me to get back on the ride. Some asked what was wrong with me. Some said they didnt understand. I ran for my life though the crowd, as they grabbed fir me in slow motion. When i reached the cave and ran into thr dark tunnel where i came from in the begging, i heard screaming coming from the crowd i left behind. The blood chilling echoes followed me through the tunnel as i tried to find a way out. .......at last i woke drenched in sweat!


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Being zombie-fied.

08:06 Nov 25 2011
Times Read: 565


This was a unique dream. Buses transported hundreds of people to a (supposingly) job seminar. Instead people where hoarded through a gym like stadium, like cattle, and forced into lines. Each line was a processing line to become a zombie but one line to another represented how much of a zombie you would become. Yes strange i know.


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Oceanne
Oceanne
14:27 Nov 25 2011

Question is,which line where you forced into?








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