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Hydrophobia
Drip.
What was that?
Drip.
That sound, that maddening sound.
Drip.
Water. There is water on your floor. Water falling from the ceiling into a puddle on your floor, an ever-growing, slickly wet puddle of water.
Drip.
Each sinister drop adds to the puddle, creeping closer and closer to your safe, warm bed.
Drip.
Your toes curl. You clench your fists in the bedsheets. You squint your eyes shut, but that does not drown out the sound.
Drip.
Frantic, you cover your ears, palms pressed tight, eyes still shut, but you hear it even still.
Drip.
In your brain.
Drip.
Driving you mad.
Drip.
One...
Drip.
drop...
Drip.
at a time....
...
DRIP.
1 comment:
I like this! It reminds me of the Tell Tale Heart!
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