[ WP ] You possess an ability to turn off one or more of your senses to heighten the others . Today is the day you make a mistake .

I mean, really, how often do you actually use your nose? It let's you know when dinner is burning, but if I turned my smell off, my hearing became good enough to listen as sauce evaporates and meat burns. Without smell, I could see like a hawk, and oh god the food. You have not lived until you have tried lobster with your taste buds turned up three hundred percent! 
 
 You can get through life without smell just fine. 
 
 Then I tried touch. Just for a few moments at a time, whenever i wanted to, it was like looking through a telescope, and being able to distinguish every sound around me no matter the intervening noise. It was like being superman. Tasting your own saliva like a wine was less palatable, so taste went out the window to. I regretted that sometimes. I did n't eat between turning off touch and taste. I'm sure it would have been heavenly. 
 
 But see, by then I was feeling heat like probes on my skin, and magnets were blaring headlights to me. I was using my sight so little I turned it off without thinking about it, and almost without noticing. I could tell where everything was by the patterns of heat, by air currents, by subtle shifts in sounds painting a rich map. 
 
 A week ago, I turned off my hearing too. It's not true that humans have five senses. Last I heard, it was somewhere in the region of twenty. I turned them off, one at a time. Heat. Magnetism. Direction. Each time I did, the others spilled out into the gap. I could n't turn them back on, so deeper into the rabbit hole was the only direction to go. 
 
 Finally there was only one left. I'mean not exactly sure which sense it was. The one that lets you know you know that you are not alone in the dark before you laugh it off and keep walking, I think. It was screaming at me. There where things, all around me. I laughed it off, and turned it off. 
 
 What was left of me was not smell, but the cloying stink of them still stung. It was not touch, but they still felt as real as any stone. It was not taste, but I could still taste their malevolence in the air. It was not sight, but I think I saw the vast slabs of flesh as they shifted through themselves. It was not sound. But I heard their greetings. And their hunger. 
 
 
 
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