At the end of the hallway...
…It’s just standing there. I-I don’t know what more I can
say. It’s just… Standing. It lunges at me. I don’t move, I just move my face to
the side. I can feel it’s cold, raspy breath on my face. I let it stay there, I
know that if I don’t move, it can’t hurt me. It takes 10 long minutes for it to
stop. You may be wondering why I’m so calm about it. The truth is, I know what
it is. It feeds off my fear. It can’t really
hurt me. It only becomes physical if I show fear to it. If I don’t, all it
can do is torture me in my head. But, once again, if I show it fear, it will
become solid matter, and not just for me, but for everyone. If I show it fear,
we’re all dead. Me, my family, my friends, even people across the world. So, I
wait. And I wait. And it transports itself to the end of the hallway. It
stares. Even though I can’t see its eyes as of its long black cloak, I still
know it’s staring at me. It mutters its last words, at least for now. “I’ll be
back” and it fades into thin air.
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