the prison was just a sparse placement of barsa ceiling
a cold
cement floor with a sloped
drainpoorly sloped
i tried to pretend my bare feet were in
waterthere were no exterior
walls
i had a
360° view
outside was cool,
lush, blueish-green grass for
a good distance, then a dense fo
restthe sky was grey and
gloomy, threatening rain (usually my favorite)
the
ghoul was a long time inmate
pastytranslucent pale
bacon fat
mangled and deformed
it lurched and limped, but at a frightningly fast
paceit was old
twisted
vaguely
female in shape and
toneit
cackled
it's body was
lanky and loose
it could squeeze between the
bars of the
prison with ease
someone said she had
rubber bonesit could move from cell to cell at will
to torment me
it molests other prisoners too
i try to ignore the sc
reams as someone reports waking with it in his bed
it
mocked him like a retarded
psychopathnow
it's coming this waymy turnit's moving so quickly
i'm suffocatingi wish it, or anything else, would
kill meit's pushing its way through the last bars before me
something in its
voice... its face...
the thing is happy
i woke upfor a moment my blankets felt like arms wrapped tightly around me, keeping me down
still
afraid to open my eyesi caught my breath
then i
realized
that fucking thing could have left the prison any time if it wanted too
i had to swallow down my
vomit