I was walking up the spiral staircase holding a brightly flamed candle. The flame was a tongue feeding on any oxygen it could find. As I walked the floorboards screeched with pain. I couldn’t do this, I had to go back, but a fierce force seemed to make me move forwards. I couldn’t escape. A soft velvet voice whispered in my ear telling me to stay over and over again...but where was it coming from? I reached the top stair eventually. My heart thumped heavily like a
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