18:45 - THE OUBLIETTE

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You wake in darkness. Who are you? You're terrified, your heart thudding in your chest and your body weak with malnutrition. Your body is frail, small, and soft. Above you you see a small circle of light, but you are in darkness, lying in a pile of sharp metal. It scratches at your thin skin.

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I cry out, hoping for some kind of help. I put a hand on my chest, fascinated by the thudding return beneath my skin. I let the fear drive me, it was the only thing I knew. I cried out again. Have I always been here? I wasn't sure. I tried to move, looking for some kind of escape from the sharpness. I wanted closer to the light. At least I thought I did. It seemed better.

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Your cries were feeble, like a dying child. You placed your hand on your chest, which felt so soft and frail. Who were you? You didn't recall, but you sensed some overwhelming wrongness. You lifted your little body from the hard ground. You could barely make out the shapes around you. Metal junk. Pipes and broken shards of siding. You must have fallen from above. Filmy light filtered down and you could make out your bare feet and sweatpants. You wore a baggy t-shirt with the Spiderman logo. It'd been torn and punctured, and was splattered with long dried blood.

Somewhere above you heard a commotion. The ground shook and nearly toppled you again.

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”Hello? Help!!! I am stuck down here!”

I had an awful feeling I was very much stuck in here. I hoped someone would come and help me. Tell me who I was. I tried covering my feet with the ends of the sweatpants. Were they really mine?

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((Roll Soul to see if you can call back your memories. (Don't forget your +1) ))

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mrDeFYNR++1·

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This wasn't you. You were bigger. You weren't wearing this outfit. Did you hit your head when you fell? You spied a sheet of metal that leaned against the wall of the chamber. Maybe if you climbed up whoever was up there would hear you.

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”Noooo. Right. I can do this...”

I tried to climb up the metal in this weak little body. A feeling of dread filled me. Who was I? Really.

Closer to the top I tried again.

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”HELLP!! PLEASE!!”

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You hear a grown-up man say...

"Oh no, oh god... That's a trick, don't listen to it!"

There are gunshots in the distance. Pop pop.

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"DON'T SHOOT!! PLEASE! I'M NOT A TRICK! AT LEAST I DON'T THINK I AM. I UH, FEEL REAL!"

I went up on the tips of my toes trying to get closer to the top.Surely adults would help me. I couldn't risk being stuck down here.


DySeIT0G++1·

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It dawned on you. That voice. That was the murderer. Mills... That's right. You were here, in a boat with some cops and the killer. You were a psychologist... Everything rushed back. You had no idea what you were doing in here, or why you had this child's body.

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You heard more people talking, and that lady detective was peering in the hole.

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I wanted to start crying again. She had tricked me alright. I couldn't go home like this. Couldn't see my daughter or wife. Clients. Write my damn book. She had told me I'd have a new lease on life. Oh god, I would have to go through puberty again. I squinted up at Colt, a pleading look in my eyes.


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"Harriet! Colt! Joe! It's such a relief! I'm not a demon, okay. Best I could do right now is guilt you to death. Don't listen to Timothy. It's strange, but I doubt this is the weirdest thing you've seen and imagine being me. Just help me up. I think it would only take one, I'm not exactly a heavy as I once was."

I reached out hopefully with my arms, hoping their arms would be long enough to reach me.

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He was pulled out to horrorboys.proboards.com/thread/1064/18-40-engine-room?page=2&scrollTo=90913