A Touch Of Human Consumption
By Skitz J. Fitch
Silence falls over this old house rotting from the inside out , Mold festering like the plague turning all it touches black with rot and age .
The smell of decay floats in this place like a Miasma breathing it in slowly eats away at the brain, everything here is poison no place is safe and entering here means certain doom.
you can not escape me in this house of rot I know every crack and corner every crawl space you should have never came here.
I will find you and when I do i shall consume you entirely drink of my blood eat of my flesh and you shall have every lasting damnation I am the plague that rots the world and this house . You enter the gnashing grinding pit entering through my mouth and leaving this world a pile of shit .
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