Date: 9/12/2020
By DaydreamRadio
I'm in an old building telling afraid. A woman walls down the dark hallway and when I'm startled, asks if I have a condition she abbreviates with three letters. Not knowing, I say yes, and she says that it's an automatic verbal response that occurs when you're afraid. Like TSS or something. She says it's your body's attempt to scare away a fear by being loud. The girl next to me uncontrollably shouts numbers when she's afraid. I'm not sure I have what she's explaining and I feel like this woman is misinterpreting my emotional responses for her own gain. She pulls a leather chaise lounge towards her from the other side of the hall with her mind. I feel that something has gone terribly wrong. To my horror, she takes a person within the control of her mind and brings him within inches of death, causing such pressure in his head that he nearly explodes. However, that's not the least of it. As I look on at him howling in pain, suspended in air, I realize that what she does doesn't affect your body. You feel all the pain but you will never die. She keeps you there forever. Next, she lifts up the girl next to me, mentally tearing her limb from limb. The girl looks around in a bound panic and desperately shouts numbers. I'm not sick. I'm not part of this. She lifts me up and I feel my joints being pulled by an unstoppable force and my body lets out a gutteral scream.