People try to outrun it
Children fear it
It lives in the corners of your room
Hides where you won't think to look
Feeds on your most disturbed desires
You spend your whole life, running and hiding from it.
But the thing is, it'll always find you.
It'll claim you.
Can't you feel it clawing at the back of your subconscious?
Eating at your hope?
Don't you realize your drowning in that thick black tar, stuck?
You think you can outrun it, but its too late. Or was always with you.
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Me, you, us,them
Short StoryThe dangers have just begun. Your damned when your wanted by a psycho. I should know a psycho is hunting me. Wanting me. Killing me. Some of these are based on real peoples struggles and lives. The ones that are I have permission to write, if you wa...
