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The Visitor

It's been 45 minutes since I found myself hiding under the bed, curled up in a fetal position, shivering in fear, disoriented and confused. The knock on the door didn't stop. The sound of imminent death is terrifying. It followed me here, it watched me go to sleep, it preyed upon my trepidation with haste… Continue reading The Visitor