Random shit I write at 3am

Back turned

Idk what this is, it's just a spooky short story

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I sit staring at the wall there is no trace of sound. My eyes are focused on the corner of the wall that meets the skirting board, I can see the paint cracking on the cheap old wood like the ground in deserts crack under the sweltering heat.

Nobody is here, I am alone, I know that now.

I feel hot tears trickle down my face leaving wet streaks on my steadily reddening face. I'm shaking now, the oppressive heat entering my lungs as I take shallow panicked breaths is akin to taking breaths of smoke into withered lungs.

I'm trying not to move, desperately attempting to avoid my gaze from flicking to my mirror casually. I need to get out I need to avoid looking at it.

My fingers are digging into my palms leaving behind small crescent like marks across my hands.

I can see it watching in my peripheral vision,
The inhuman figure that had been outside my window just nights before was stood behind me not breathing but emitting the smog like energy I am trying to casually choke down.

It's getting closer, I can feel the heat it's radiating, I can hear it's equally haggard breaths as it slides closer its body scraping off of my walls as it pushed forward.