WJ Entry #002

November 11, 2018

Up. Down. Right. Right. Her slim fingers carefully pressed against the odd formation of buttons on her Xbox controller as she nervously took control of her avatar's life. The horror game featured a young, frail boy trying to desperately run away from really bad people.

She'd died enough times to lose count but the threat of his demise still caused her to catch her breath at every rise in the creepy background music. Her dark-haired character reached a fence and hastily jumped over it, only to land in a pitch-black pool of goo. "Crap!" Her eyes widened in distress as he started to sink into the goo. The cool liquid seemed to lap at his bare legs and she shuddered as she felt a breeze on her own.

The sound of strangled violins grew louder and she squinted her eyes, trying to not let it get to her. The aircon continued to blast out cool air and she tried to focus on that instead.

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It was really cold. 

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It was really wet. 

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...why was it wet? 

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She glanced down briefly and dropped her controller in horror. The black liquid had dripped off the screen and pooled into the wooden living room. She jumped up in a panicked state, nonsensical swear words tumbling from her lips as she clawed at the top of the sofa to get to higher ground. It was a fruitless pursuit. The goop held her firmly in place and kept growing to incase her completely.

She screamed.

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Nobody could hear her.

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She flailed.

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Nobody could see her.

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In minutes, her barely seeing eyes forced themselves shut as the black goo covered her face and pulled her into the depths of the unknown.