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Personal Narrative: Why You Are There In The First Place

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Let me start this story off with a question. Have you ever entered a room with some undoubtful reason, then completely forget why you are there in the first place? There's more to it, and I think I might have cracked the code with an explanation like no other, proven by the human eye itself. Have you ever felt an itch on your body, as if something was crawling under your skin, but find nothing after searching? Well, I am starting to figure it out, last question. Have you ever became extremely disoriented and felt as if the entire world was slipping beneath your feet? Well, enough with the questions, lets get started with the story itself. It was September 10th, 2013, it was my 13th birthday and there were plenty of people to help celebrate …show more content…

I was in my home, basement, rather. It was well lit, and it didn't seem like a horror type situation at the time. I was held down, but by nothing inparticular, it felt as if I had no control over my body and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get up from the position I was at. Although, I was able to move my head, blink, and talk. That's when I screamed. I wasn't sure why, I felt as if I lost all my limbs and there was no one around to help me. That's when I saw him, or it. I didn't really know what to call it. It looked like a normal guy, atleast 30 years old. But it seemed as if his features were rather uncanny. His nose seemed to be crooked and his eyes were bigger than usual. He had clothes that seemed to morph into his body and lastly, blackness behind his mouth. He made no attempt to talk, and with the feeling he gave, I didn't want to hear what he sounded like. I also noticed that I wasn't on a floor, I was on a table. An operating table to be exact, although made out of stone, I knew what it's main purpose was. It was at a slight angle with a drainage hole by my feet.. I didn't like where this was heading. That's where he brought up his first tray of tools. They seemed nothing more than applicants and medicines, but because of the fact that I was only fucking 13, I was still scared. he took a thin bottle and began applying some sort of liquid over my mouth, while trying to keep my mouth shut, I later found out that it rather kept my mouth shut. I couldn't move my lips, and the applicant made a strong hold at keeping my mouth shut tight. He then began to talk, but everything he said constantly changed pitch, and he seemed to speak english, but with the constant pitch changing, it was very uncomprehensible. He then took a vile, syringe, rather. But what was inside wasn't a liquid, it rather seemed like a parasite, some arachnid with a dark chrome skin. It was moving rapidly and so was I, with all the

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