
They say, sometimes when you sleep, you can never awaken. That when you die you escape to heaven or fall to hell. But can we expect God to save us? After all he let us die...
All is silent and nothing can be heard or said. The tightening of one's throat as the gasping for air grows to be too much. Don't we realize that we'll die? Or is fear coarsing through our blood as it thickens in our brain causing us to watch as we die?
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The faint chanting of children's taunting from the playground rings in our ears. Yes we've all heard the tale. About the little old woman. We listen and hear their chant.
"Mrs. Twindle Hauth, short and kind.
Mrs. Twindle Hauth, lost her mind.
Slipping arsenic in your tea
Letting you go to sleep....." the chanting died off as the children laughed off in the distance.
"I'm coming for you.."