Sealand was standing in a dark, shadowy room that looked like it had long a go crossed into a different world. It was the kind of place where baby – stealing fairies live, where the ghosts of tortured children sobbed silently in corners, and cobwebs become something altogether more sinister. There were cobwebs everywhere, Sealand mused. They draped over the things in the room, coating them so thickly that it was impossible to tell the objects apart. The only thing that wasn't obscured was the bed pushed up against the far wall, and the person on it. The figure on the bed sat up and smiled. It was now recognisable as Liechtenstein. Seeing somebody familiar in such a strange place was comforting, but Sealand just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
" Play with me." Liechtenstein's voice sounded strange, dry and rasp like it hadn't been used for years. Sealand took a step back on instinct, ice -cold fear stabbing him like a knife to the heart. Liechtenstein's smile faded.
" I said play with me." Liechtenstein rasped, taking a step forwards, her feet making clouds of dust swirl up from the floor. To Sealand's horror, as Liechtenstein moved, she changed. It was as if she had died on her feet, and kept moving. Liechtenstein's skin changed color, going from a healthy pinkish to a cold, dead, grey. Dark, thickening blood oozed from her palms as she reached out a hand towards Sealand. Her eyes rolled back in her head, leaving bloodshot orbs of white that bored right through Sealand's own blue eyes, forcing their way to his soul. Pure, searing terror rooted Sealand to the spot as the dead Liechtenstein advanced, her fingernails growing into talons, maggots moving beneath her skin, giving it the appearance of boiling syrup.
" Play with me, Thealand. We'll play the beth game." Liechtenstein lisped, maggots the size of Sealand's thumb boring holes though her tongue as she spoke. One her eyes popped out with a wet, meaty shwluck and rolled across the floor, leaving a clean path in the thick dust. In the socket where it should have been, oversized white larvae waved like grass in the wind, rubbery bodies overlaping and writhing. Liechtenstein's skin was decaying, turning assorted shades of black and green before flaking away. Larger chunks fell off occasionally, landing at Liechtenstein's feet and sending up small, dusty mushroom clouds.
Sealand was so scared that he could hardly breath, and his heart was going at such a speed that it felt like it was about to burst. Fear was coiling through his body like spiked snakes of ice, making him shiver. Liechtenstein laughed, a hard, cold, cruel laugh that revealed rapidly sharpening fangs that were encrusted in old blood. Her rotting hands reached out for Sealand, ready to pull him into an embrace. Sealand managed to take a step back, only to feel a cobweb – coated wooden wall behind him. The micronation looked wildly around for means of escape, a door or a window he could dive through, but there was nothing but unyielding walls.
" We'll play the grown – upth game ..." Liechtenstein rasped, maggots pouring from her mouth. She reached out towards Sealand, pulling him close to her. Her new fangs grazed his neck, the old, dry blood of previous victims flaking off an landing in the tiny puddle of red that was forming on the near – white of Sealand's neck. The torn white fabric of Liechtenstein's nightdress brushed against Sealand's legs, making him shudder. Liechtenstein smiled a cruel, dark smile and red pooled across her remaining eye. Sealand had closed his eyes, but he could still feel Liechtenstein's decaying hand stroking his cheek, bone and half – rotted flesh rubbing at his face. He opened his eyes again, thinking that whatever he saw couldn't be worse then before. He was wrong.
All the maggots that had been feasting on Liechtenstein's flesh were burrowing out of her body and dropping to the floor with dusty pattering sounds, like rain. Sealand watched in horror as each one began to grow, twisting and writhing as it swelled and elongated until it was the size of a large snake. One of the demonic creatures opened its eyes, revealing spheres so black that they radiated pure evil. In those eyes Sealand could see the trapped souls of the tortured, drowning in death, their ghostly hands clawing uselessly at the underside of the maggot's eyes as the made futile attempts to escape their eternal prison. The huge maggot opened its mouth, showing rings of yellowed teeth. Those teeth looked like they were made for shredding, tearing things to pieces that would fit into the gaping black hole that was the maggot's throat. The rings of teeth began to spin as the maggot, along with many others, advanced on Sealand. Just by looking at Sealand the maggots were tearing his flesh away, sucking it towards their mouths.
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O.O … I even scared myself … EVERYTHING WILL MAKE SENSE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, I PROMISE! (and probably not be as scary) I will only update if you review, though.