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<\/span>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\tgone?<\/h2><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\tMy black cat disappeared months ago. He would go outside and hunt, oftentimes in the woods. He\u2019s gone now. Last night, he came back. Bolts of lightning lit up the sky, the rain pattered against the windows. I swear I saw him outside. But since then, my other cats have been disappearing one by one every week. I frequently see an oddly distorted figure outside, highlighted by lightning. It\u2019s been getting closer. Tonight, I hear my door unlock and slide open. The floorboards creak as it drags closer, grasping onto my doorframe and creeping on two feet. That\u2019s not him.<\/span><\/p><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-51","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/51","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=51"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/51\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":235,"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/51\/revisions\/235"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=51"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
<\/span>\n\t\t\t<\/div>my torture never ends<\/h2><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\tMy feet burn with every languid step against the sticks digging into them. My heart\u2019s hammering, my lungs are heaving, and my throat feels tight; each breath I take feels punched out of me.\u00a0 My world feels insanely larger than the four damp walls that were my lifelong enclosure. My shadow flickers in front of me. They\u2019re chasing me. Everytime their flashlight shines onto my pale skin, I\u2019m covered in gunk. My hope is fading rapidly. Then my world is gone. I can\u2019t feel pain anymore, but even as my mind is separated from my body, I\u2019m still being tortured.<\/span><\/p><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t<\/span>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\tgone?<\/h2><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\tMy black cat disappeared months ago. He would go outside and hunt, oftentimes in the woods. He\u2019s gone now. Last night, he came back. Bolts of lightning lit up the sky, the rain pattered against the windows. I swear I saw him outside. But since then, my other cats have been disappearing one by one every week. I frequently see an oddly distorted figure outside, highlighted by lightning. It\u2019s been getting closer. Tonight, I hear my door unlock and slide open. The floorboards creak as it drags closer, grasping onto my doorframe and creeping on two feet. That\u2019s not him.<\/span><\/p><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t<\/div><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-51","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/51","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=51"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/51\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":235,"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/51\/revisions\/235"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brooklynnhalm-paulson.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=51"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
My feet burn with every languid step against the sticks digging into them. My heart\u2019s hammering, my lungs are heaving, and my throat feels tight; each breath I take feels punched out of me.\u00a0 My world feels insanely larger than the four damp walls that were my lifelong enclosure. My shadow flickers in front of me. They\u2019re chasing me. Everytime their flashlight shines onto my pale skin, I\u2019m covered in gunk. My hope is fading rapidly. Then my world is gone. I can\u2019t feel pain anymore, but even as my mind is separated from my body, I\u2019m still being tortured.<\/span><\/p><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div> My black cat disappeared months ago. He would go outside and hunt, oftentimes in the woods. He\u2019s gone now. Last night, he came back. Bolts of lightning lit up the sky, the rain pattered against the windows. I swear I saw him outside. But since then, my other cats have been disappearing one by one every week. I frequently see an oddly distorted figure outside, highlighted by lightning. It\u2019s been getting closer. Tonight, I hear my door unlock and slide open. The floorboards creak as it drags closer, grasping onto my doorframe and creeping on two feet. That\u2019s not him.<\/span><\/p><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/span>\n\t\t\t<\/div>gone?<\/h2><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>