He strained his ears, and the darkness felt heavier than before. Oppressive.
“We’re hungry.” That came from behind him.
“They smell tasty,” a voice to his left hissed.
“I don’t like this,” Andrew said, feeling like the world around them was spinning with voices, taunting, echoing them.
“I don’t like this,” a voice parroted. “I don’t like this. I don’t like this. I don’t like this.

Autor: Laura Kreitzer

He strained his ears, and the darkness felt heavier than before. Oppressive.<br />“We’re hungry.” That came from behind him.<br />“They smell tasty,” a voice to his left hissed.<br />“I don’t like this,” Andrew said, feeling like the world around them was spinning with voices, taunting, echoing them.<br />“I don’t like this,” a voice parroted. “I don’t like this. I don’t like this. I don’t like this. - Laura Kreitzer


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