The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings - Lot 064 : Feed The Pig (A PHANTASMAGORIC EXPERIENCE!)

Episode Date: October 31, 2024

**WARNING : EXTREME AND TRIGGERING CONTENT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION** Written by Elias WitherowStarring Rahul Kohli as The ManRichard Brake as DannyKatie Parker as The WomanJade Shand as The Boy Featuring Stephen Knowles as The Antique Dealer Theme music by The Newton Brothers Additional music byCO.AG ([e-mail]) Vivek AbhishekSUBSCRIBE us on YOUTUBE: https://bit.ly/3qumnPHFollow on Facebook : https://bit.ly/33RWRtPFollow on Instagram : https://bit.ly/2ImU2JV Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Hello there, friend. Come on in and make yourself at home. It just so happens your pickup today is a little off-putting. So I've been storing it as far back here as possible. Let's see. Ah, there we are. Soaked and stained in gore and filth. This large section of cloth has been to hell and back. That's for sure.

as a blindfold of sorts. Unfortunately, there is nothing to shield you from the darkness about to befall you. To embark on this journey the way it is intended, you'll be needing your apparatus on hand from the shop. Presenting my phantasmagoric accentuator machine. A true miracle of modern science. Listen carefully, as I will be calling out numbers from one through seven over the course of your nightmare. Simply scratch the corresponding space on the card,

give it a sniff, and bring the story to life in ways you've never imagined. It's vital that you do not interact with anything on the accentuator unless you receive my specific instructions. The ancient magic imbued in your machine is chaotic and unpredictable, so it's best just to play it safe. Capish. Now set your contraption,

down, preferably on a hard surface in arm's length, and let's give it a test. Scratch the circle labeled one. Let the smell of the cedar wood paneling of the shop awaken the senses. See? You got it. Well, I suppose it's time to get ready for this horrid slice of terror, I call.

Feed the pig. Welcome to the antiquarium of sinister happenings. and odd goings on. My eyes and a dull pain surrounded my throat. It's thirsty. It's the first thing I noticed. It's in my dry lips as my surroundings faded into focus. My body ached and I realized

it was because I was tightly bound to a metal chair in the middle of an empty room. The walls were stained and dirty. The floor beneath my bare feet was cold and slightly wet, Dingle bulb lit the room and from the ceiling by a string. It casts moving shadows and I blinked back darkness. Door stood before me.

Couldn't see anything but the wall of an hallway. To clear my head, tried to remember how I got here. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself not to panic. I slowed my breathing and focused my thoughts desperately. Trying to summon some recollection of why I was here. I couldn't remember anything. I opened my eyes and exhaled, frobbing. I could hear sounds echoing off the hallway walls outside the door,

screaming, clanging, owling. All very distant, but that did nothing to help calm my nerves. Hello? Is anyone there? Hello? The dark hallway remained silent except for the constant echoes. I shut my mouth and tried to wriggle three of my bindings, but the rope was knotted impossibly tight. I fought back against my imagination as it flooded my mind with horrific scenarios of what awaited me. If I could only remember.

Suddenly, footsteps erupted from outside the door, a rapid patter of small feet. My hopes rose, and I trained my attention on the door, praying it was help. A young boy ran into the room dressed in a red onesie, complete with padded feet. Stretched over his face was a plastic devil mask. The eye holes revealed massive blue eyes that greeted me curiously. Taking her back, mouth to speak. But that's when I noticed something was off. His eyes were huge, impossibly round, emboldging from their sockets.

It sent a shiver of unease down my spine. But I shook it off. Might be able to free me. Hey, hey, kid, can you get me out of here? The boy took a step closer, cocking his head but remaining silent. I rattled my bound arms against a chair. Cut me through, please. I shouldn't be here.

There's some kind of mistake. The boy eyed me behind his strange mask and stopped directly in front of me. He leaned close and whispered his voice. Like wet silk. A thing. No, no, this is a mistake. I didn't do anything. The boy's enormous blue eyes suddenly filled with sadness.

Oh, you did a really, really bad thing. No, I'm sorry, look, I don't remember. Just please get me out of this chair. Suddenly, before either of us could speak again, a man came charging into the room. He was overweight and dressed in overalls. His grizzled face twisted in seething anger. He was holding a sword-off shotgun in his arms.

I didn't do anything. I'm not supposed to. be here. Big man ignored me and instead grabbed the kid and shoved him hard against the wall. The boy grunted as his back struck the concrete and his eyes rose to meet the grizzled man's. Wordlessly, the man raised his shotgun, placed it against the boy's forehead and blew his head off. Chunks of gorse splattered the walls as shocks slugged me in the stomach like an iron fist. My ears rang. And time seemed as slow as I watched in horror. As the headless, body crumpled to the ground.

My breath rushed back into my lungs, and time seemed to readjust. Jesus fucking Christ! The man ignored my screams as he bent down and picked up the boy. He slung the ruin corpse over his shoulder and walked out the doorway. Suddenly the hallway erupted with malicious laughter, a chorus of voices all howling in glee. I shut my eyes, the noise deafening, has absolute terror filled my every pore. After a few moments, the laughter faded and I cautiously opened my eyes. Unable to believe what I had just witnessed.

Jumped as I realized there was another man standing before me. He was dressed in a simple white buttoned down shirt and jeans. His brown hair was cut short and he appeared to be in his early 30s. His green eyes were dull and lifeless. His full lips pulled down at the corners. What's going on? Where am I? I cried.

New fear pooling in my stomach like old blood. The man crossed his arms. So you're the new one, huh? You people disgust me. He shook his head. Questions bubbled off my lips, but he waved them off with a sharp chop of his hand, slicing the air and demanding my silence.

He rang his tongue over his teeth, sneering. You look like you've already seen some of the horrors this place hold, huh? Yeah, I can tell by the look in your eyes, you're terrified. You've seen something, haven't you? Doesn't seem all that bad now, does it? Looking back. You've been here five minutes and already you're shit in your pants. Where am I?

What do you people want? The man crossed his arms behind his back. I bet you want to get out of here, don't you? I bet you'd like to get back to your home, your family. everything. I'm so sure you would. Please. Whatever I did to you, I'm sorry. I really am, but I don't remember. The man rolled his eyes. You didn't do anything to me.

You did it to yourself. Tears brimming in my eyes, liquid fear. The man looked at me with contempt. You waited until your wife left for work. Out to the wood shed. And yourself. The recent memory rose in my mind. like a monster from a bog.

My eyes went wide. As much as I wanted to deny it. He was right. Killed myself. The incident taught from a brain like a bullet train and left me reeling. I'm Danny, by the way. The man said, ignoring the shock look on my face. And I'm number two here I run the orientation process.

I want to make this quick because I am so fucking tired of repeating this thing to you suicidals. You get one question before I begin. He stared down at me and I scrambled to organize my thoughts into something cohesive. This was all horrified. Why had I killed myself? I fought against the fog and panic and the myths of confusion slowly began to lift. I had just lost my job.

That was the start. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced more of the memory to emerge. I had lost my job And I was about to lose the house Tess She found out And she was going to leave me I didn't have any way out

Didn't have any options Getting fired had come out of the blue And I didn't have much in savings I was broke Soon to be homeless And my wife hated me for it There was something else That's right

She'd been cheating on me I'd seen text on her phone while she slept one night and it confirmed my suspicions. My life had degraded to shit and I'd run out of options. Humiliated and ashamed. I had decided death was my only option. Hey, fucker. Do you have a question or not?

I was sucked back into reality and I asked the only question that mattered. Is this ill? That's always what you people ask. He began to pace back and forth in front of me. No, this is not hell. It's not heaven either. This is the black farm. And no, I didn't name it that.

This is where God sends the souls who have ended their own life. Suicidal. You see, he doesn't really know what to do with you. And neither does the devil. There are genuinely good people who kill themselves, it seems, cruel to banish them to hell for all eternity for a moment of weakness, right? Personally, I think God and the devil were just tired of arguing about it. And so they sent them here to the black farm.

This place, I asked, grow more and more confused. Sure, at some point. But he lost control of it when he put the pig in charge. shit. What's the pig? I asked. I'm sure I wanted to know the answer. Can I fucking finish?

God created this place aeons ago. Put the pig in charge and then forgot about it for a while. Well, when his back was turned. The pig decided to use his new powers to try and create

his own little world. This mess you see around you is the fractured remains of that experience. The black farm used to be a lot nicer, but the pig wanted things to be different. He wanted to create his own vision. These people you see, these monsters, there the pigs attempted creating functioning life instead of mirroring God's earth. These mutated horrible creations are full of sin and hatred.

These little fuckers run rampant here. unbashed This place Is fucking chaos Black Farm is a circus Of freaks and monsters And it's your eternity Fearballed my gut like thick oil

Nah nah nah This couldn't be my end I didn't believe in stuff like this This wasn't real I could wake up soon and realize I was just having a nightmare That had to be it Danny stood before me

And lightly slapped my face Hey hey hey Hey don't go into hysterics on me I haven't finished yet I raised my teary eyes to me is Danny smiled You can always Feed the pig

My breath pushed from my lungs like burning steam Spread his hands still smiling It's as simple as that Feed the pig And there's a chance he'll send you back to your life And what happens if it doesn't You get sent to hell So flip a coin if you have one

Stay here with us or feed the pig If you choose to stay, I'll let you go. I'll let you go out there, he said, pointing towards the door. But let me assure you, what awaits you at the end of the hallway, well, let's just say hell isn't that much worse. I swallowed hard. Trying my best to digest everything. Did I try feeding the pig, whatever that meant? If there was even a sliver of rope I would take it, an eternity in this place, the black farm, be sent to hell or feed the pig?

I would do anything for a chance to go back This nightmare made my problem seem like nothing in comparison Danny raised her hand before I could speak I'll let you think on it a while I'll be back later I want to feed the pig I cried not wanting to spend another second in this awful room I could hear a woman screaming down the hallway Her cries rising as something meaty pounded into her

My breath came in sharp paws and my throat burned Danny noticed the noise and grinned. Sounds pretty bad, huh? He said softly as a woman's voice creaked with agony. Something was still slamming into her. The sound of beating flesh igniting my imagination with horace. Please, just let me feed the pig. I don't want to stay here any longer.

Danny turned away from me. I'll be back later. Enjoy your time alone. Really? Think about your situation. We're your options. And remember, you put yourself here. And with that, he was gone, leaving me in a dim room.

Tears streamed out my face and stopped screaming for hours. At some point, I fell into a semi-sleep. Darkness in the room seemed to press in on me, and my eyes fluttered shut. My body ate. And my throat was an halo of fire. I braked at my windpipe like sharp glass. My lips felt like grumbled paper. My head thundered like a drum.

The room swam in and out of focus and my mind drifted towards the horrific sounds that never ended. I was lost in an ease, unaware that something was sliding into the room until I felt a sharp prick on my big toe. I jolted out of my days as my barefoot ignited with pain. I screamed and tried to move, but my bindings held me tight.

Back into focus and I blinked an agony as I felt blood trickled between my toes. I looked down for the source of the pain and I felt a scream claw up in my throat. Staring at me was an arvenous man. He slivered on the floor like a worm. His bald head scabbed and filthy. His legs were wrapped together in bark wire

forcing him to wriggle his body to move. His eyes were niddless and white. Two bloodshot white orbs stared up at me with hungry intensity. His teeth had been removed in a place with long screws which chided from his bleeding gums like a broken rock formation. Around his neck was a chain leash, which I followed across the floor to an open door.

The end of the leash was held by a tall naked man. His body was airless and flabby, covered in similar scabs like his pet. A dirty bag was pulled over his head that hid his features except for a single red eye. that peaked out at me from a crude cut at the cloth. He stared at me and groped himself. His breath heavy.

As the armless man wiggled towards me, his master started to masturbate. I screamed as the screw-filled mouth bit at me again, and my cry seemed to stimulate the naked man even more. Get off you, stop it! I screamed horrified. I tried to kick at the man, doing my best to avoid his sharp metal teeth.

I brought my heel down on his head, and he screamed as his face bounced off the floor. The pleasure escaped the bag man's mouth, and I turned away as a mist of black, sprayed out onto the floor. The rattle of chains and I turned back to see the two of them leaving. The armless man dragged by his neck out the door. I looked at it where the bag man had ejaculated.

I saw a bottle of the dead ants. I vomited on myself. It chunky curds of bile and slime. I listened to the two men retreat down the hallway. The clank of chains accompanied by the sound of flesh being dragged across the concrete. I screamed again. One was going to help me. A lot of flim and bile onto the floor.

Thrid in my mouth of its sourness. I forced myself to calm down. It wasn't easy. Some time I heard someone else approaching. I'd been in a miserable lull. My mind, a blank canvas of dark despair, but the noise roused me from my tree. trance like state. The muscles in my arms burned from being restrained for so long that shifted them desperately.

Trying my best to prepare myself for whatever horror was about to walk through the door. Looks like our dear narrator is having a bit of trouble adjusting to his new situation. While we give him a bit of a breather, I'm just going to run and take my famous Halloween cookies out of the stove. Why don't you give number three a scratch? Mmm, mm-mm, chocolate chip Back in two shakes

Of a lamb's tail Leave a message Please do so with the tone And have a great In the direction of this Amazing carving knife set That we bought from your store They had that weird

Or something But man, oh man They cut through anything You can dinner Got to the roast The meat And then when I cut my dog's head off Needed more meat

That was... My wife just got home. My delicious chocolate chip cookies. Scratch number three and inhale that fresh baked goodness one more time. Because it's all downhill from here. Let's get back into it and see what's next on the agenda for our poor friend. Shall we? Try my best to prepare myself for whatever horror was about to walk through the door.

Put steps drew closer and then a woman walked into the room. She stopped at the doorway and looked at me. Her eyes was missing. A dark cavernous hole in her skull. Number four. Her air was witty and wild. A brown tangle like a forgotten nest. Her skin was pale and filthy and she was dressed in rags.

I couldn't tell how old she was. But there was matured. She took her one good eye. Still thinking? She took a step closer. Are you still deciding whether you're going to feed the pig or not? To her cautiously. I tested my bindings again before asking.

You killed yourself too. You're a person like me. You're not one of those. Those creations. Breaks my heart, you have to ask. She touched the hole, where I should have been. Though I can understand your caution.

Yeah, I'm suicidal. I've been here a long, long time. But that was my choice. I decided to chance it here. Our motion with my head towards a door. What's out there? What's all this? She exhaled heavily and leaned against the wall.

I can't even. begin to describe this place. It's like nothing you've ever seen. You walk down that hallway and go out into it. You have to see it to understand. How bad is it? Why all these mutated people hurting and killing each other? She let her head lull back against the wall.

It would take years for you to fully understand this place. Years you don't have. Right now, you have to make a decision. Stay or feed the pig. They tell me hell is worse than here, but it can't be by much. Monsters and suicidals roam the black farm, killing, brutalizing. and then you wake up and wonder how long you can survive before something else kills you. It's an endless cycle.

So why didn't you stay? Why didn't you feed the pig? I don't even know what that means, but I would do anything for a chance to go back. I can't stay here. I just can't. She smiled sadly at me. Why? Why did I choose this?

It's simple, really. I'm a coward. I was a coward when I was alive, and I'm a coward in death. When it came down to it, when the moment presented itself, I chose to stay here. I didn't know what awaited me outside.

It boiled down to a simple choice fueled by my own fear. What is the pig? What does it do to her? She's suddenly turned to go. I'm afraid that's for you to find out. But let me warn you. Think before you make a decision. Sometimes suffering through your fear is better than suffering for eternity. What do I do? She paused and took one last look over her shoulder. Her eye darted around and she dropped. her voice to a whisper. She was gone. I sat in silence once again. My mind was spinning, desperately turning over my options. I still couldn't fully understand the situation I was in. It was too much, too overwhelming. The other side of death wasn't supposed to be like this.

I didn't know what I expected, but it wasn't this nightmare. Questions crashed over my mind like cold waves into a sinking ship. How was I supposed to make a choice? when I didn't even know what my actions entailed. This place. The Black Farm. I couldn't stay here. But what if I went to Elm? What if I didn't get sent back?

I'd be out of the fire and into the frying pad. My existence would forever be damned to unending misery. Here, though, were people like me. Suicidal. It wasn't all monsters and mutilated murder. murderers. Maybe I could hold up somewhere with them. Try to escape together a passable existence. Surely that would be better than getting sent to hell. No. No, this wasn't going to be out. I spent my eternity. I refused to let it be. If there was even the slightest

sliver of hope, I would take it. I didn't want to wonder what it could have been. I didn't want to be tormented by doubt. I would feed the pig. and accept whatever fate chose for me. When I bawled it down, that was the only option left. I would feed the pig. Hello? Danny!

I've made my decision, Danny! After a couple of seconds, I heard footsteps echo down the oars towards me, walk through the doorway, an annoyed look on his face. I've made my choice. I'm going to feed the pig. Sounds like you really thought a lot about it since I left.

You'd do the same thing if you were in my place. I was in your place once, and I chose differently. My eyes widened. And then Danny wrapped my entire head with a stripped thin cloth, blinding me. I sucked in as much air as I could. But each lung form felt empty. I felt Danny cut me free from the chair, and my boy sighed as my stiff muscles were released.

I rolled my shoulders and my hands were released. And I moaned with relief. I dug my fingers into my back and stretched. My bones creaking. Keep her blindfold on and follow me. Danny said, pulling me up. My legs shook as I put weight on them. My thigh is trembling after their long cemented position.

I groped blindly in front of me as I found Danny's shoulder. I rested my hand on it and he walked us out of the room. As we entered the hallway, I could suddenly hear the sound I hadn't heard before. Fleshy, tearing noise. Sighting vomiting. These sounds sprang to life in my ears, painting the darkness before my eyes with imaginary scenes of horror. I gripped Danny's shoulder tighter,

stumbling behind in my heart. I heard something trailing behind us, but Danny didn't seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn't get it. Flesh slapped the concrete mere inches behind me, and I suddenly felt hot breath on my neck, and the click of a wet tongue against my gums. My breathing became even more laboured as fear choked me. Zion whispered in my ear. I felt something pressed against the back of my head, and I tried not to think about what it might be. It was wet and slimy, and I heard the thing chucked.

Thing whispered again. Its voice low and unlike anything I'd heard before. It was a series of grunts and moans jumbled together to form broken words. My relief. I heard the thing retreat back to wherever it had come from, and I'll continue to follow Danny. He remained silent as we walked, and I could feel shifts in the air.

The thick heat gave way to a cooler, almost pleasant temperature, decreasing and soon I was shivering violently against the cold I couldn't see anything but I felt a breeze on my face

like we were outside I didn't hear Danny open any doors but nothing about this place was natural it was like reality blurred and bled into itself like reels of the film melting together teeth chattering

I was suddenly blasted with intense heat and I gasped. Number five. My feet tripped over themselves as the terrain changed and I was suddenly walking on what felt like warm iron. My ears were filled with the sound of blazing furnaces and the clash of working machinery. I couldn't see it,

but I felt like there was a vast open expanse overhead. I smelled ash and tasted dirt on my tongue, sweat already formed along my spine. Suddenly I crashed into Danny as he came to an alt. I backed up a few paces quickly and I muttered my apologies. I could hear movement in front of us. The rustle the chains and the odd clicking sound on the metal floor. Something else too.

Something... Snorting. And then the room filled with a deafening sound of an immense pig squealing. I covered my ears, head splitting from the high-pitched one. Well, grit my teeth as the noise echoed off the metal, and faded into a series of of stults and grunts. It sounded absolutely enormous. I brought another one.

Danny announced a slight tinge of respects lining his voice. He wants to feed the pig. I waited, expecting to hear some answer. The cloth around my eyes sealing my sight to darkness. I realized my knees were shaking, and my back was coated. in sweat. I was terrified. If that is what you wish, Danny said and I felt in bow under my hand. Apparently some unseen conversation had just happened and Danny took my wrist and pushed me forward. Approached the pig. My whole body trembled and my knees locked into place.

Rob from sight, I raised my hand trying to get my bearings. The heat and ash fill in my head with nausea. I felt like I was going to throw up my stomach rolling like a dead sea I didn't know where I was or what I lay before me I felt lost and tiny a fresh splash of tears

dripping from my eyes and soaking into the cloth around my face please let me see what's happening Danny was suddenly behind me pushing me forward he guided my hands towards something as we stepped together in unison.

Even with the cloth around my face, I could see a giant mass of towering darkness before me. It was a spot of black on an already darkened canvas. As we walked forward, I was suddenly assaulted by an horrendous smell, and I gagged turning away. Number six. Danny Scrib tightened and forced me to continue.

I could send something just in front of me. A living shifting mass of flesh The smell increased to a wretched level And I gagged again The nought air was being blown on my face A blast of heat that came in repeated short bursts I vomited into my cloth The source of the smell stemming from the ot air

I choked As the bile gushed over the fabric Soaking it I'm momentarily cutting off my oxygen Danny slapped my hands away and I took a few seconds to steady my breathing again I was crying now and misery collapsing my willpower

the wet cloths stunk as I sucked in soggy breaths my own stomach acid coated my skin and I beg for all this to be over and then something squealed directly in front of me I felt my bladder go I was standing before the pig. It was the source of darkness in my obscured vision,

a fat, titanic creature that filled my senses with every breath it blew into my face. Danny raised my hands, and I suddenly was touching the pig's snout. I recoiled immediately, but Danny forced my hands back. His fur was stiff and brittle, and as my shaking hands explored up its nose, The size of the animal became clear to me. It was gigantic and had way over a ton. Its flesh wriggled under my sweating hands as it opened its mouth slightly. My fingers curled around teeth the size of kitchen knives

and I realized its mouth was absolutely cavernous. The pigs squealed again and I heard its hooves clack against the ground. It sounded like thunder rolling across an open field in the middle. the summer. Take this flyfold off, please. My legs turning into jelly. Danny had taken a few steps back and I heard reverence in his voice. You don't want to do that. I jumped as the pig nudged me with its nose. The wet circle of flesh squishing against the length of my face. I shodded away. Raising my hands, a cry of fear. Feed the pig. Danny instructed his voice like cold steel now. You made your choice

Now live with it It's the only chance you have Of going back Or maybe the pig won't like How you taste and send you to hell It's only one way to find out My eyes widened behind The Fomit So cloth

Won't like how I taste Climb into its mouth My bladder let go again And I felt warm piss Run down my leg No You can't mean Danny's voice ardent

Climb into its mouth then don't stop moving forward until it's done with you. Please. I begged, turning towards Danny's voice, reaching out blindly. Please, then there has to be some other way. Don't let me do this.

I was a mess of snot and tears. My words bumbling from my mouth like a toddler. Danny stepped forward and spun me back to face the pig. Do it. You made your choice. It'll be all over soon. This is your only chance.

I could feel the pig breathing onto my face. It's snout mere inches from mine. The smell and the heat emitted made me want to vomit again. But I held it back. Number seven. This was insane. This wasn't happening. My mind spun and twisted in chaos and fear.

There had to be some other way. I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this. I could not do this. Suddenly I remembered the words of the woman. Sometimes, suffering through your fear is better than suffering for eternity. My only chance to get back to the world of the living had made such a terrible mistake in killing myself. If I could go back and change my life, spend eternity a year,

I could change my waist, ensure a spot somewhere else. Some were away from the pig, but what if it decided to send me to help? Much more suffering could I endure. I had to take the chance. If you can hear me, my shaking hands reached out for the pig, and I grasped its thick fur, felt it slowly lower its head and open its mouth. It was waiting for me. It's thick, hot breath stinking in my nostrils.

This was it. No turning back now. I slowly gripped his teeth and pulled myself forward into its jaws. Its head was pointed downward and so I immediately fell onto my stomach at a 45 degree angle. Its wet tongue squished under me and I was shaking so hard I can barely breathe. Tears soaked my blindfold and my heart crunched against my ribs. I slowly reached forward and found another tooth to grab on to. grit in my teeth

I pulled my body in would pass my knees the pig raised its head and I was suddenly completely horizontal on its tongue saliva and mucus tripped around me

and the heat was so intense I almost blacked out my knees clacked against his front teeth as I pulled myself even deeper its inner cheeks breasting around me squeezing my body

like a soaking and fleshy coffin. Crying. Terrified. I reached ahead of me and found more teeth. Pulled myself deeper into its mouth. And I felt my feet slide past his lips. Our whole body was coated in slime. And I openly wept.

Grasping in the darkness for another two. As my body was compressed between its massive teeth, I heard my legs snap instantly and felt wet bone popped from my skin I shook violently as my body spasmed in shock and mangled twists of blood and pain its tongue shifted me in its mouth

and I felt it bite down on my shoulder my eyes bulged in their sockets as I held a hot pillar crunching down on my collarbone I threw up violently unable to control myself the pain overwhelming Keep crawling, screaming, bloodshot eyes rolling wildly. I reached forward with my good arm, wetly searching for another tooth.

I grip my teeth, blood squirting between them as my fingers wrapped around something solid. Twisted my body so as molest, it's moldess, could snap down on my knees. My eyes to remise, just make it, just make it, fucking stop! I ground my teeth together so hard they cracked, screaming as I slowly portman was changing. The tight walls of his throat squeezed my head, realized I was almost frowned ahead of me and grabbed onto a thick wad of flesh. My head felt like it was spleen and the pig bit down on me again. I gasped, blood exploding from my mouth in a great gush of red. It pierced through my stomach, obliterated my inside.

like bloated noodles. Darkness rushed in on me and it was too much shock to even scream. With the last of my strength as the blackness took me, pulled myself forward one last time. I felt myself slide down his throat.

Partners, I was screaming. So intense. I thought I'd melt. Allers and images flew past me so quickly. I could only make out of their shape poured into my eyes. My eyes snapped open. and I was falling, breath rushing back into my lungs in a great wave of purity.

My face bounced off the wood floor, and I cried out as I felt my nose break. I tasted blood and saw stars. I had stopped falling. There was a ring of burning fire around my throat, and I felt impossibly thirsty. I was lying on the floor, my eyes again, and the darkness began to fade,

like morning mist. under a hot sun. Colours blended together and shapes came into focus was in my woodshed. I reached up around my throat and gasped at the source of eat.

It was the rope but I'd hung myself with. But now it was severed to me from the grip of death rolled over me in overwhelming waves of thanks. I curled up on the floor and sobbed. Tears dripping from my eyes onto the dirty floor. My body shook, unbroken as I wept, wet, hoarse cries rising from my quivering lips.

I had been spared. I was alive again. From my spot on the floor, I turned my eyes upward. My voice cracking. Thank you, God. I fell into another fear of uncontrollable sobbing. I promise I won't waste my life again. I promise I'll make things right.

I'll fix everything. Long it was before I got up seemed to stretch for eternity. I refused to rebuild the horrors of what I had just witnessed crushing me. But I knew I would do everything I could to make the most out of my life. I was going to live every day to the fullest. I would devote myself to helping others in dark times. I would reach out to as many suicidals as I could and try to save them from what awaited on the other side.

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no refunds, no exchanges, and we won't be held liable for anything that may or may not occur while the object is in your possession. If you've got an artifact with mysterious properties,

perhaps it's accompanied by a history of bizarre in disturbing circumstances. Maybe you'd be interested in dropping it and its story by the shop to share with other customers. Please reach out to Antiquarium Shop at gmail.com. A member of our team will be in touch. Till next time, we'll be waiting for you whenever you close your eyes. In the space between sleep and dream.

During regular business hours, of course, or by appointment, only for you, our best customer. The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings, Lot 064, Feed the Pig. Written by Elias Withrow, starring Rahul Koli as the man, Richard Brake as Danny, Katie Parker as the woman, Jade Shand as the boy. featuring Stephen Knowles as the antique dealer. Engineering production and sound design by Trevor Shand. Theme music by the Newton Brothers. Additional music by Coag and Vivek Abyshech.

The Antiquarium of Sinister Happenings is created and curated by Trevor and Lauren Shand. Follow us on Instagram and Twitter at Antiquarium Pod. Call the Antiquarium at 646-481-7197.