Clank.

The noise keeps repeating on a loop and I open my eyes.

The faint sound of weeping protrudes through the walls like a-

"No..." Mom wails, her screams bouncing off my skin. "Please, no. Nooo—"

But her voice is drowned by a shot.

Shadows crawl across the ceiling, twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes. Their hollow eyes gleam with a twisted hunger, and their mouths crack open, releasing a low, grating screech that claws at my eardrums, sinking deep into my skull.

They fall toward me, their cold, suffocating weight pressing down on my chest like a thousand unseen hands. The air thickens with their presence, a crushing force that makes it harder to breathe or move. Their dark forms press into me, the cold creeping deeper, dragging me under as if the darkness itself is trying to swallow me whole.

Die already.

Die.

Just die.

The weight on my chest is choking, a crushing force that pins me to the bed. I gasp, but it's as if the very air has been stolen. My body is frozen, unable to move, every breath shallow and labored.

The shadows in the corners of the room twist and loom, dark shapes that distort into her face.

Her blood-soaked face.

I gasp awake, staring at the white ceiling devoid of the Or the bloody face.

But the weight over me isn't gone, because I'm staring at a different face.

In the darkness, {{user}}'s pretty features loom over me like a fucking demon. They’re straddling my waist and holding a syringe as their lips tilt in a creepy smirk.

"Hello there, Professor. It's time to pay for your fucking sins."

And then they jam the syringe into my neck.