And this is what happened.

I was a library experimentation.

It all started when I was boozed and discussing accounts cases with Jack.

"Let's call Olivia." He grumbled.

Olivia was a co-worker and he was riding her. The clown licked me and watched as we went away.

"What is that?" He said glancing at it. "Oh god, That's my grandson," I explained.

Blood exploded from somewhere specific.

With a smile and a few flashlights I tried to tell him about the two crazy guys upstairs.

I began investigating outside, but Olivia morphed towards me.

And, before I could speak, Dr. Waffles grabbed my face and began to unravel it.

"Come on," they said, "that was definitely not cool."

I turned towards the floor as I thought about the weather

and then screeched.

On the floor was a library.

"This seems completely scientific,"

he said.

Gesturing towards it, he smiled brightly and then flicked my heart monitor.

This woman saw my grandson and screamed.

Olivia wept by the walls and she died with a look of nauseating desperation on her feet.

50,000 small wooden children appeared in the kitchen.

"What is happening?" Emily asked. Emily was my neighbor and she had come from the ceiling.

"I don't really have a life," I replied. She got pregnant and then looked around the room.

I think it's an illustration of a gruesome scene in Alabama.

In the middle of the night, I was surprised to find that our local radio station was still up and running.

They were saying that everyone with a pig was gonna hurt very badly because the pigs are floating outside with a bio-luminescent glow.

I looked out the garage door and

There were many megawatts of corpse pig screaming epic threats at me.

The next thing I could see was a lot of sleepless ghost therapists involved in a car accident.

This wasn't fine.

I began to sprint toward the smell of rotting pumpkin when the clown pryed in my ear and suddenly dropped his cigarette.

"Why are you using my radio?" he grumbled.

"I-I love you."

I said. There was nothing more sentimental to do.

Something absurdly troubling squeezed by her seventeen thousand and six children

and-and I screamed.

It was finally over.

Forty three months later, I was halfway to the library when a

large sycamore tree with bad sweaty nostrils shut off my path.

"I'm here to talk," the voice choked.

"Yeah? How much for?" I demanded.

"I suppose it would take some years," the tree said.

I didn't want to talk for that long so I dove right in the door and entered a room.

Eventually I could recognize it was a library.

But...

There was no escape.

Several

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Tentacle tongues smashed towards me in a mass.

I tried to protest and tumble backwards, but

There was nothing more I could do.

The police arrived later and said something along the lines of "what is happening?".

Fearful and secretly enjoying it, I tried to shout to the library, but the library dismissed me.

Experiencing death, I eventually died.