They are all dead; all lying there. These things, they’re rotting in this filth. I hate this place. I want to go home. If I don’t leave now I will surely go mad. The stench, the rotting stench, that is haunting me everywhere I go now. What are these things? Were they once human? They could’ve been, at one time. Now they are just deceased corpses, all resting against one and other.
I wonder, if i pushed one of them to the side. It would just disappear forever. Leave my dwelling and give me peace. I push it with my bare toe.
Oh my god! What is happening?! My toe! Oh my god, my toe! Just as I made contact with the rotting corpse, my toe started throbbing. Not just the average pins and needles, barely hurting, throb. No this was the full-fledged, painful throbbing. I was on the floor in an instance, sreaming for the world to end this terrible curse. Am I now cursed? What is happening? I grasp at my toe. My screaming has ceased, but the tears just won’t stop running down my face. What in the world was that?