NIGHT The creepy door beside my bed. The tall, white cuboid of hard wood right next to my bed. The noisy wind moaning between the space. I turn my head as I try not to bring vivid images of such horror into my face. Curling my feet into my covers, my hand under the sheets. Thinking of nothing I try to calm my shivering hands by the electric heater. The warm shadows bringing a scary glow into the dark room. A turn from my eyes corners the rooms features. From the clock to the T.V, and my socks to the window. The loud silence screaming inside my ears. As I turn my head to the door, their is nothing their.
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