One day it wasn't there and then the next it was. It is the color of death and all of its friends. It reeks of dead seals and rotting prunes. Nobody knows what it feels like, but some say it feels like the sound of nails on a chalk board. Seven and nine legged creatures live under its skin, and it feeds off of fear.
They say if you were to place your hand on it, it would first melt your skin off with its searing venom and then suck out all the blood, then your arteries and then the meat off of your hand. You would never feel it, only the antagonizing pain that it inflicts.
Like the eyes of Medusa, one look at it leaves people speechless and frozen. Once you've had a glance you can never forget all the layers of evil and misery that inhabits it. It feels nothing. The only thing it is capable of is vice.
But one day, through the storm, a hero will arise and she will destroy every last fear that the people live in. She will eradicate it with the mighty cord of the Hoover. Nay, she will destroy it.
Yes, the day will come when the evil that conspires within the air vent will die.
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