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story 1

First it starts small, then grows on to become something much larger. It's eyes are darker then the dead of midnight. It has a cold empty void of a soul. No conceness is found within it. It has countless of other names, but the true name is hidden. Long forgotten. It never changes the true name only how it arrives. You could not breath, or maybe lose your stomach. It lurks with in every person. It affects some more than others. It will always be near and waiting to terrify you. You can subside it but it never goes away.