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Dancing #51


And still the music spun, whirled, dived and eddied, faster, always faster, until I heard her speak.
Her skull was still pressed against mine when its jaw moved and her words rasped harshly, hellish and guttural:
"Dance. With me. Dance with me forever."
Her breath as it passed over my face felt like rough cloth, rough cloth with a stench of rotting flesh so strong I tasted it and retched.
"Dance with me. Forever."
And in that moment, everything became silence.
I knew then I feared not only for my life. I feared also for my God-given soul.

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    Christopher 10 months ago

    Someone get this man a crucifix or holy water or something!

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    Drew Martyn 10 months ago

    He definitely needs something. A helicopter out of there would be handy :)

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    Neville Hunt 9 months ago

    Seems like a nice girl!

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    Drew Martyn 9 months ago

    Wouldn't it be funny if you took HER home to meet the family?

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