Invisible hands reach for me from within the shadows, the hands of unimaginable monsters too horrific for even the darkest imagination. Their putrid hands brush my skin causing me to vomit. I cannot move I am immobilised by an iron grip, slipping out of consciousness as the monster sucks blood from my veins draining the life from me.

I awoke startled. I kept dreaming of those nights, those nights when so much pain had befallen my loved ones. My own curiosity had caused the death of my family. 'You can not live until you have known true suffering'� his words had haunted me since that night. I was doomed to live for eternity knowing what I had done.

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