It felt like the pressure of the deepest depths of the ocean was upon him—just as suffocating as well. More and more weight until he was thoroughly subdued by it. A voice kept ridiculing him—a scratchy, inhuman voice resembling a woman’s tone or, more accurately, a witch’s. He was reminded of his life failures and embarrassments, like when his classmates noticed his wood during s*x-ed class. It took him years to live that down as he was forever known as Woody from that time on.
“Oh, Sammy, what a pathetic boy you are. Do not fear. I will yet make a man out of this frail body,” the thing commandeering his body screeched.
“What’s happening to me? Who are you?” Samuel gasped, trying to inhale air that didn’t exist, in the throes of perceptual asphyxia. Death should have come by now, he thou
