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Subject: My fantasy trip
Date: 22 Jan 1993 16:31:13 GMT
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Me and my girl were supposed to be on a fantasy trip to a
wondrous place. We were walking there, and it was getting
near dusk. It was supposed to be perfect, but then we heard
what I will never forget.

In an almost whispering voice, we heard, "Tales from the crypt
but there was no laughter, for the show had not begun. We could
feel it. We had to stay somewhere for the night, and plenty
of fine hotels offered us their places with great signs of great
weirdness. However, I knew where I was, and I knew that anyone
of them might become the scene of terrible torment. My girl
said to me we don't have to stay anywhere, why not just camp
outside? But the howl of wolves and wind chilled that thought
even though her breasts tempted me.

We finally picked a place - one with moderate weirdness, since
I thought that the least weird would be the most terrible.
I think in that world, any choice would be the most terrible.
Entering the bright entranceway was a stark contrast to the
dim outside. There was no one at the desk. We saw some tenants
leaving - all girls in a strange dazed state. One spoke with me,
I couldn't tell if she was real, but she aroused me and I tore
off her clothes, only a second later remembering my girl. So,
feigning disinterest, I asked her to check if the girl was real.

We found out that there were rooms open and we entered the hanging
doorway where the others had emerged from. They told us the room
number - 312. Inside the doorway, it was very dark, with only
wispy tendrils of light floating throughout. As I gathered in my
scenery, only 1 sense is capable of working and so I .75 took in
surroundings and .25 heard behind me "They'll never make it" and
.0047 6th sense told me the beings here weren't normal.

But the surroundings - we were in a small "hallway" which travelled
between the rooms. However, the walls were silk curtains of red -
bloody in the dark. Behind these I felt the tenants eyes on me but
I couldn't see them well. It was so dark. While I was distracted,
worried about arriving at the 3rd floor, my girl was changing,
unbeknownst to me. You've got to keep your eye on them or they'll be
gone. But there was someone in front of me, and we made our way down
the first hall. Then up a stairs second floor walking down it, always
waiting for the attack.

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And then up the stairs to the third floor luckily, she/he/it was
still in front of me, and I saw them jump at him/her/it and I ran
sensations overwhelming me, them chasing me. So dark but I
found a door in the side and went out down long stairs and they came
out behind me. I went down the stairs around the corner and I
heard them say (such good ears I have) "Let's go cut him off" and
the door closed and they were gone.

That's what I had been waiting for - the laws of physics were down
as they stepped into their antimatter light speed machines and I
turned around and ran in slow strides gliding through the air
to the door of the warehouse.

And I was gone.

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