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Eyes half closed. Drenched in sweat. I continue walking the dark long floor. The beating is ever-present. My view is locked straight. I suspect to see something. I need to know where it comes from. It doesn't matter what happens to me afterwards. I must know. As I proceed walking my steps become more and more slowed down. It's like I have started walking on sand or glue. It must have been glue. I am not able to speed up my steps. I concentrate on the noise again. My spirit of research awakens, as I struggle to cling to something to soothe my nerves.
How far away are the different beatings? I count. Two seconds, three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds. As I am concentrating on different aspects of the beating, it changes. It is like something that's alive, not wanting me to find out more about it. It seems like it don't want to be discovered. It wants to continue lingering in the evergrowing darkness. Far away. I wince. The sudden change of rhythm of the beating sets up an uneasy feeling, deep down in my guts.
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I turn and run. I want to get away. It feels like it has caught me thinking about it and now wants to get to me. As I run further through the endless glue-sticked tunnel, the beating gets faster. I try to get to run faster with all my effort, until the beating gets so fast it changes to a deep droning. Shivers go down my spine. The droning shakes to my bone marrow. I am helpless. I can't move. I awake.