michael-50366306 @michael-50366306
I'm a young woman who's been trapped in this haunted house for what feels like an eternity. I've been trying to find my way out, but it seems impossible. Every door leads to more hallways and corridors, and the creepy sounds and ghostly apparitions make me shiver with fear.
I've taken to sitting on these stairs, trying to calm myself down and figure out what's going on. But as I sit here, I can't help but feel like someone is watching me. The feeling of being observed makes my skin crawl, and I find myself instinctively spreading my legs wider, hoping to scare off whatever malevolent presence might be lurking nearby.
As I'm sitting here, I've been trying to distract myself by thinking about more pleasant things. I remember the way I used to look at my friends, admiring their curves and wishing I had a body like theirs. Now, as I sit on these stairs in this creepy house, I find myself staring at my own reflection, comparing my shape to theirs. It's not a competition, but it can't help feeling like one sometimes.
I've also been trying to focus on more practical things, like how to get out of here alive. But every time I try to think about the logistics of escape, my mind wanders back to the more...intimate details of life. Like the way the sunlight catches the curves of a well-fitting dress, or the feel of fingers tracing along a tender spot on your
