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[transcribed on 2 November at 11:12 a.m. by Lavender Brown] I was strapped down on a table of some sort, unable to really move at all, which is unpleasant enough. But then pixies - Cornish Pixies! - started to attack me and not just attack but eat me like I was some sort of meal. They just kept pecking away, taking bits of my skin. I don't know maybe even trying to eat me alive. No matter how much I screamed they didn't stop. Never stopping. And I tried to get away, but there wasn't a thing I could do. I was trapped. Somewhere there was someone laughing, the sound made me sick to my stomach. Or maybe it was the fact they had nearly picked my right arm clean. That was when I woke up all sorts of uneasy feeling, like my soul was wrong or something. I mean there are nightmares and then there was this. It was terrifying, but it wasn't my worst fear. Not really. It was the sort of thing that lingered the first time and still feels like it's lingering know, just hanging over me giving me all sorts of serious thoughts. I don't even really like thinking about it, but I can't stop thinking about it. |