The Five Worlds

I cried out: "It's hell!" The sound of the gigantic rock suddenly stopped, and I was free from the strange and disgusting hair. Instead, I found a handsome ghosty man appearing beside me.
He said: "Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is,
Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be."
As he finished that poem, a lot of fleas flew out, and climbed my body, my hand, my face. What a terrible feeling! The fleas waved their hands and feet, their mouths dripped repulsive mucus. I could just see the hairy legs, and felt the painful snaps. The scarlet blood flew and made the whole ground wet and I knew no more.
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