[ RF ] Let 's stop for a moment with all of those `` paranormal '' scary stories . Write a terrifying piece that could really and plausibly happen to anyone .

`` Hello darling,'' echoed the voice, traveling through the air towards me. My room began to shake, the walls began to drip like wax and my vision swirled. I began to scream as the searing heart delicately caressed my foot while my stomach lurched. 
 
 I saw the door swing, and in its frame stood a tall figure, starch white and without features, like a mannequin. It was at least seven feet tall, and a wickedly sharp knife hung in its hand, thick globules of toxin dripping down the blade. 
 
 It's long, bony fingers grabbed my shoulders with crushing force and I gave a whimper as its claws sunk into my flesh. 
 
 Muffling a scream, I was dragged behind this monster, it's blank, featureless face turning every so often to watch me. The corridor stretched for miles, the walls a hideous, snapping blue and ghoulish, bone white color, while the floor was inky black. 
 
 Then I heard it, the screams of my fellow prisoners. Row upon row of cages appeared, each containing one of my brothers and sisters. Their tentacles writhed on the walls while their hungry, tooth-filled jaws snapping on the bars of their cells. Some wailed, their avian plumage sad and drooping. Others, furred, ratlike things scuttled around their cells, hoping to find an escape. 
 
 Finally, after what seemed to be miles, the cages stopped and I was greeted by a single, mint green door. It had one handle, a shining silver thing, and a white door frame. The Monster released its grip on me a slid a single, bony hand on the handle, and, with a click, it opened revealing a bright, warm library, with endless aisles of books and comfortable leather seats. 
 
 That's when I met You. 
 
 - From ERIC NYAN, inmate of Lightwood Psychiatric Institution. Recorded 5 days after his consumption of the test drug 3YE. 
 
 Eric was arrested for 6 counts of first-degree murder ( including that of his young daughter ) and detained for the rest of his life at the Institution. In court, he claimed that after taking the drug 3YE he saw his family for what they really were, monstrous mutants that he savagely killed with bleach, a carving knife, gasoline lit flames and his air rifle. He will never leave the institute again. 
 
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