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Beyond the White Wall of Dread (Part 1)

I stared at the white wall in front of me, from my confined situation. After my eyes had been out of focus for a persuasive length of time, I meandered across the avenues of perception.
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An imperceptible span of shallow breathing later, I found myself off the beaten track surrounded by leering trees and clammy silence.
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There was the scent of moss, mold, and mortality in the breeze.
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Entities that gave the impression of nymphets pranced carelessly in my blindspots. Or maybe they were man-eating chimeras–I couldn't be certain, and I was too weary to look in their direction for fear of testicular impalement.
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A beautiful woman was there, and She seemed to be contemplating something in a severe, yet nonchalant manner.
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Relieved that I had discovered another human, I approached Her and asked what She was thinking about.
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Without missing a beat She turned to me and responded, "I am no mortal. I am Death. And I was thinking about you, Lee."