I was in a hardwood forest happily taking in
the sights and sounds of the animals and plants, the smell of early summer on
the air. Watching birds flit from tree to tree, to the forest floor to
forage.
Then I started to take photographs of the beauty around me and suddenly lucifer (nickname for my grandfather) was standing there in front of me, with that sinister, evil smile on his face. I am frozen by that look, unable to move. He saunters up to me, hunting knife dripping blood in his right hand... wearing a red and black checkered plaid shirt, the leather belt that he loves to whip people with, a pair of work pants, and his old leather boots, caked in dried blood. As he gets close to me he keeps saying to me "You are dead. 'from Now on you are Death. Amy is dead."
Then as he gets close, I can smell the cigarette smoke, the alcohol hanging on him, and worse... the smell of blood. That sickeningly evil smile gets even more evil and he forces the knife into my hand, with his hands over it and then forces me to stab MYSELF. I swear I could feel the knife being buried in my stomach, chest, and worse I felt the impact with the hand too because he had my hand on the knife. Blood is everywhere, the smell of it, all around me and all over me, on my hands, on my chest, and stomach. with the last thrust he forces me to twist the knife as he said "You are DEAD. Amy is dead. You killed yourself, you did this to yourself."
Then I started to take photographs of the beauty around me and suddenly lucifer (nickname for my grandfather) was standing there in front of me, with that sinister, evil smile on his face. I am frozen by that look, unable to move. He saunters up to me, hunting knife dripping blood in his right hand... wearing a red and black checkered plaid shirt, the leather belt that he loves to whip people with, a pair of work pants, and his old leather boots, caked in dried blood. As he gets close to me he keeps saying to me "You are dead. 'from Now on you are Death. Amy is dead."
Then as he gets close, I can smell the cigarette smoke, the alcohol hanging on him, and worse... the smell of blood. That sickeningly evil smile gets even more evil and he forces the knife into my hand, with his hands over it and then forces me to stab MYSELF. I swear I could feel the knife being buried in my stomach, chest, and worse I felt the impact with the hand too because he had my hand on the knife. Blood is everywhere, the smell of it, all around me and all over me, on my hands, on my chest, and stomach. with the last thrust he forces me to twist the knife as he said "You are DEAD. Amy is dead. You killed yourself, you did this to yourself."
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