My head twists back and snaps in place on my spindly neck. I glare at the ceiling and fail to comprehend this vile yakking of rough wheezing as my own speech as my atrophied limbs begin to flail.

WHY MUST I LIVE?!

The unintelligible words are garbled and choked out along with globules of saliva and a perfectly intact shrimp.

LET ME DIE!!!!

The kicking and swiveling of my chair leave me falling slowly and unceremoniously to the floor in a twitching pile of fail. I lay there, panting like a dying dog, staring at the view that I'd fallen into place to see. The corner of the room is close, and dark. Light from my precious 22" monitor cascades only so far and from the depths of the shadows a creature begins to emerge.

My shrieks are instant and unyielding in intensity - static shocks run along my scalp and fingertips and shudders break up my otherwise petrified state.

WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU?!?!

The withered claw-like hands scrape along the floor and a rasp of a voice croaks out... whatever it is saying is lost as the sounds turn into high pitched whistles and I scream and try in vain to cover my ears before my eardrums burst with the growing pressure and squealing echoing and building in the room.

The sound becomes so thick and over-layered I start to shake and my chest heaves - I feel my lungs start to balloon out too wide. I can't breathe - I can't stop breathing in but i can't get any air. Everything is spinning and the creature creeps closer. Time skips in second gaps and the hideous beast is leaning over my face, blocking out the light from the NG stickam chatroom on screen.

What's left of my vision suddenly blossoms, red flowers spreading and tinting this grotesque head snapping it's teeth at me with a predatory grin.

My ears give out with an incredibly sharp pop. I can no longer hear the whistling rasps, and I feel warm liquid drip down my earlobes and along my cheek and neck. I can't tear my eyes away from the shredded eyelids of the face hovering inches over my face now. There are eyes in there, cataract blind and oozing puss. Disease bubbles inside those eyes.

Those putrid eyes squint and tepid droplets splash the back of my throat as I scream soundlessly. Vomit instantly fills my throat and I convulse into life as I jump out of my chair and throw up all over my keyboard.

I stand there, speechless, staring dumbly at the monitor as chat rolls happily along online.

"Back", I type in acid and bile soaked key strokes.