Entry to the old sewers

Date: 4/9/2017

The house on Silver street had a crumbling entrance to the old sewer system in Dover. With all its alcoves and small rooms we had set up beds and furniture like it was part of the apartment. We didn't go down there often but today I felt like it so we all went down and I curled up on a makeshift bed and out of nowhere my veins felt like they were on fire and I started to shake uncontrollably, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I started screaming and couldn't stop. I tried to stand up but kept falling down. Whatever it was, it was trying to control my body and consume my soul. My roommates got me back upstairs but I felt empty inside, violated, alone.