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[Angry Sandwich]

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[Angry Sandwich]

Ferrick - Dark Ages style game

Ferrik looked at his friend and sighed.

"Honestly? Well, alrighty, I'll tell you honestly. I only have one real memory of my mother, everything before that is just vague emotions. That memory though, is as clear as day and be with me untill the day I die. That memory is of the night my mother died.

I was playing in her room with an old toy when she rushed into the room. She was so afraid of something and was fighting back tears, it made me scared too. She came and hugged me, close, whispered it will be okay. She held me tight, I could barely breathe but I didn't want her to let go.

Too soon she picked me up and carried me to the closet and sat me down inside. Stroking my hair, she told me "Don't make a sound baby, and don't come out. I don't want you to see this." Then she gave me a ring, my father ring I later found out, and she closed the door. It was the last time I saw her.

I sat there, in the dark. I could hear the creek of the wood as my mother stood up and moved to the bed. I could hear her quiet, stifled sobs. I could hear the door to our house slowly open, the heavy footsteps come into the room and move to my mother.

The bed creaked a little as my mother stood but there was no other sound. My mother didn't scream. She didn't plead. She wasn't even crying any more. The silence was deafening and I wished it would end. Too soon, I wish it never did.

The was the a dull crack, the sound of bones snapping followed by a horid sucking sound and a loud thump. I wanted so much to runm out to my mom, but I was too afraid. I couldn't move. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

As I sat there, frozen, I could hear whatever it was eating something. Something soft like a peach. Something that once lived. When it was done it's meal, I heard the creak of the floor as it moved towards the closet, towards me.

There were three sharp clicks on the door, *clickclickclick clickclickclick clickclickclick*, and the the sound of nails slowly being dragged down along the door, closer to the handle. Then it stopped, and I could hear the creek of the floor as it left the room, left the house, left me.

Some people found me a few days later, I really don't know how long it was. When they opened the door to the closet, I ran. I ran until I couldn't run any more. Thats when Villius found me and, well, the rest you already know.

I've told no one this story. No one but you."