And as The Horror stood there, his throat closed by force, he began to feel pain. Parts of him were changing. His limbs shrank and combined, turning into old pine sticks. His head swelled, yet its contents liquified and leaked out, replaced by a host of bees that went to work, and left as soon as they were there. A flame was lit in the remnants, and The Halloween Horror felt every bit of it. And that's all The Horror could do, feel - feel and think, never a good combination. As the candle flickered away, he knew that once the flame went out, he would die. And all he could do was wait, wait for the release of death.
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