grimdarkpixels

Ashley wanted to scream. She wanted to cry and kick and scream or just do  something. But she couldn't. She watched helplessly as the wendigo carried her and her lifeless corpse through the trapdoor. It closed with an audible 'clank,' and Ashley's vision went dark. If only she hadn't opened the door. It was so painfully obvious, looking back on it. She had read the Flamethrower Guy's  journal,  for fucks sake! It said so clearly that the wendigo could mimic voices, and she had still fallen for it. She was screaming at herself. She was so  stupid. But it was too late now. Only seconds after sealing her fate, she had remembered that vital p

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