The darkness has always produced unusual fear in my heart. The thought of another being, lingering just out of my sight. Waiting until I close my eyes to pounce on my unprepared, cowardly, and vulnerable self.
It waits under my bed, breathing softly. Its shallow breaths are disguised as my own, or even my sisters'. However, they are not. They belong to the monster.
Who has the upper hand in this situation?
Not me.
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