I walk slowly down the stairs of my basement. It's dark, in the middle of the night. I'm about six years old.
I stop just before my foot reaches the last step and I look at the walls before me. It's like there is something inside them, pushing it's way out. It finally emerges from the wall like a swimmer from a pool. It's the cookie monster.
He, of coarse, thinks I'm a cookie. He begins to chase me. I'm screaming for my parents but I'm all alone in the house. He chases me through the kitchen, up the stairs. He finally corners me. I look around, there is no help coming. He picks me up and gobbles me down.
There is just blackness. I am dead.
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