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I don't remember where I was
I remember there was very little light
I couldn't see a way out
The feeling that I wasn't alone
It was there again
Long hair. No face
I couldn't tell if it was watching me
Nothing happened for a long time
Still, I couldn't stop looking at it
I realize the distance between us is getting shorter
I think it wants something from me
I woke up before finding out
Not seeing its face feels more threatening than any expression it could have made
Would you trust something that never looks back at you?
What are you actually afraid of?
How do you know what is real?