My mistake was opening that portal.
His face is everywhere now.
Why does he exist? Who or what is he?
Should I try to talk to him?
No! I can't acknowledge his presence.
And yet, he feels so familiar. Why?
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More Questions Than Answers: Poetry of Horror
PoetryPoems inspired by the "Scared to Death" podcast, ghost stories I've heard, and my own experiences. Note: Any of these snippets can be used for longer stories, as long as credit is given. Thanks.
