Me.
Specter.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
I found it in the corner of a dark room.
It followed me home. It was a passenger on the ride back - the cold stares, the deep breaths.
I made sure to keep my eyes ahead. I made sure to never glance into the rear view mirror, for fear of what I would see.
When I parked the car, I got out as fast as I could, and never once did I look into the backseats of my car.
I am in my room now.
It's quiet.
I thought I left it behind me. But then now I realize I'm not alone. It's outside my window - and it's scratching at the glass.
I dare not turn off the lights.
I dare not face what's beyond the window.
I dare not close my eyes to sleep.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:22 PM
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