There are things you can never tell people, like ever.
Things you bury so deep; things in a well so far down that if you brought them up, their blind eyes would make you look away, make you want to forget what you’ve seen.
Dark, gibbering things. Helpless, screaming, pinned-down things. Things that can’t get away.
Things still there.
I wish I’d never opened that door.
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