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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?