Chapter 23

I suddenly felt a huge pressure on my stomach.

A sharp pain.

The ache was so bad, it forced me to open my eyes in one go.

“Guh-” - My voice sounded hoarse.

I panted heavily while looking at the floor, while sitting on my legs. I could feel cold sweat going down my neck.

“Ah…h…hh…” - My throat is burning. I wonder why?

It took me a while to realize, it was too quiet.

I couldn’t even hear the clock tictacs this time.

But, for some reason, I couldn’t look up.

I was terrified.

Why?

Because, the floor is not the kitchen’s floor.

If so, then I was probably in my room.

But what if it was not?

It was a very old floor.

…?

There was a black stain on the floor. It looked like a hand-print.

I felt a cold goosebump going down my spine.

It’s bad to be dirty.

If this is indeed my room, then it’s very bad.

I bit my lip and held my breath.

I closed my eyes shut for a second, before lifting my head and opening them again.

I scanned the room with my eyes like a man possessed.

It was indeed my room, the same as always.

However…

The room was covered in those black stains.

Hand-prints, foot-prints.

Arm-prints, leg-prints.

It was like if some kid had played around with a rubber stamp, and decided to cover his new toy with stamp markings.

The black stains made me nauseous.

It looked like wounds, or maybe holes.

I felt dizzy, so I looked down.

My palm was all covered in black. It was like my hand was the stamp.

I turned around my other hand.

Again, it was covered in black.

Startled, I checked the rest of my body.

…

Indeed, all of my body was a stamp.