He felt like he’d drunk a gallon of that green shit he’d found on the other world, the rich fuck’s shaman shakes. The only thing missing was the hallucinations.No sooner had Boricio thought of the nightmarish things he’d seen than he heard footsteps outside the door.A sliver of light bled into the darkness, a shadow creeping across the center as someone — or something — came closer to the door.“Little pig, little pig, let me in,” the voice said from the other side. The voice made no sense. It was Boricio’s, taunting him in a singsong and sending a chill through his soul.His heart raced as footsteps retreated from the door, and then returned, seeming to drag something — something metal from the sounds of it.“Little pig, little pig, let me in,” his doppelgänger repeated, then responded to himself in a twisted falsetto. “Not by the hair of our chinny chin chins.”A bang on the door.Boricio’s body tensed, his nerves frayed.“Open up, little piggy!”Boricio tried to move but couldn’t.
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