Do…you…see…me…?
Its darkness was blacker than black. Shifting shadows like shifting sands. A hand crept up the side of the wall, its form coated in the night hid itself behind the darkened halls.
Its eyes peeked through the curtains of the dark. Twin points of starlight shone, bright and pale as the moon beam’s light.
Do…you…hear…me…?
Its heavy, rasping breath sounded like coals raked over the irons. The sputtering of flame from the wrought-iron furnace. Nails dug into the wall, like the scratching of nails on a chalkboard and the gnashing of teeth or the grinding of knives.
And then it was gone. And I was awake.
I stood up from my bed and kept my head down, ignoring the image staring down at me at the end of the hall. The tall silhouette of a man looked like a vague shadow behind a theater’s curtains.
I needed to freshen up.
I opened the bathroom.
There was a thing standing there. Something similar to a person. Naked, and bathed in dripping oil. Its decrepit body was hunched up as it sat on the closed toilet lid, hugging its stick-thin legs to its shuddering chest.
Its eyes glowed like starlight, and its smile was like the crescent moon.
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