INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

I can feel my skin crawling. The walls are closing in on me. I want to kill myself. I can still feel the warmth of the room when I 1step into the room of the girls. 2
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STORY #1 (15 tweets, 2 participants)

I can feel my skin crawling. The walls are closing in on me. I want to kill myself. I can still feel the warmth of the room when I 1step into the room of the girls. 2 Girls in the room stared at me horrified. I didn't know what to do. I stood there realizing I was in the wrong bathroom. 3The girls really didn't know what was happening. I just stared into the room for a long time before walking back into the 4closet. I don't know how much I was considering what I would do if I tried to face anyone else. I started to feel hot breath on my right 5ear. 6 It was embarrassment. I couldn't take in the fact that I just ran into the women's bathroom. How am I going to get out of here? 7I can't stay in this bathroom. I began to throw up. I looked at my hands. They were covered in blood. I don't know 8what to do. I'm so scared. 9 I needed to get out so I ran out from the closet and headed towards the exit. But just as I got to the door, the door opened and 10a little girl walked in the room. I followed behind her. She pushed open the door and I was hit by a strong stench. It 11burned my nostrils and I could feel the burning smell of burning flesh and smoke coming out of it. 12 I stepped back. But the girl looked back, grabbed my hand and pulled me. I covered my nose. The smoke surrounded me. 13I was paralyzed. The smell of blood still stained my nostrils. I was unable to move a single muscle. I was still 14hyperventilating. She turned around. 15

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STORY #2 (13 tweets, 3 participants)

I can feel my skin crawling. The walls are closing in on me. I want to kill myself. I can still feel the warmth of the room when I 1step into the room of the girls. 2 Girls in the room stared at me horrified. I didn't know what to do. I stood there realizing I was in the wrong bathroom. 3The girls really didn't know what was happening. I just stared into the room for a long time before walking back into the 4closet. I don't know how much I was considering what I would do if I tried to face anyone else. I started to feel hot breath on my right 5ear. 6 It was embarrassment. I couldn't take in the fact that I just ran into the women's bathroom. How am I going to get out of here? 7I can't stay in this bathroom. I began to throw up. I looked at my hands. They were covered in blood. I don't know 8what to do. I'm so scared. 9 I needed to get out so I ran out from the closet and headed towards the exit. But just as I got to the door, the door opened and 10a little girl walked in the room. I followed behind her. She pushed open the door and I was hit by a strong stench. It 11burned my nostrils and I could feel the burning smell of burning flesh and smoke coming out of it. 12 right outside the bathroom, in the main dining hall. Even here, in the dark little room, I could discern crunching noises in 13

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STORY #3 (8 tweets, 3 participants)

I can feel my skin crawling. The walls are closing in on me. I want to kill myself. I can still feel the warmth of the room when I 1step into the room of the girls. 2 shouting them with a horrible voice with a knife in hand. 3They are shuddering and cursing between words. I think they will be able to hear me. I can smell their breath in my 4nostrils. I hear the whispers again. They are my names. They know me. I can feel them watching me. The warmth is getting worse. I 5can't breathe. I can hear them screaming in my ear. 6 "Kill your daughters, kill them..." says the whispers. I look at my girls, sleeping peacefully, and they don't know what is7 coming for them. 8

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STORY #4 (3 tweets, 2 participants)

I can feel my skin crawling. The walls are closing in on me. I want to kill myself. I can still feel the warmth of the room when I 1step into the room of the girls. 2 I can see the shapes of them under their blankets, but can't escape the feeling that tells me those shapes are not my daughters 3

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