TEETH

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Alright. I've been trying to find the right way to word this for about an hour now. Everything is just so fucking confusing right now and I'm just so scared. You might read this and think 'well obviously none of this could be fucking real' and I honestly don't care. As long as someone knows about this before I die, I'm fine with it. Oh god. I can still hear it crying. I can still hear the clicking of its... oh god. 

It was a tall creature, but not much taller than me. I'm 6'5'' and that thing was maybe 6'10''? I don't wanna say it was taller than 7 feet. Its skin was pale and its arms were definitely longer than they should've been. It didn't wear any clothes aside from a black scarf that rested around his neck. It's eyes were sunken in and fully green aside from its sky blue pupils. The worst part was its eyes being on its shoulders. Nothing about it really screamed 'I'm going to hurt you' though.

This happened about an hour ago. Last I saw, it's still after me, so I'll finish this then say my prayers before it shows up.

I was walking home from work like I usually do. Nothing out of the usual there. I'm already half way there when I see it. The creature. It was curled up in a ball sobbing loudly to itself. I would've gotten closer, maybe ask what was wrong, if it hadn't turned to look at me. My eyes widen in fear. I didn't even wait for my mind to process what it had just seen before I took off running. I heard it screech and run to chase me. I didn't get far before its arms were wrapped around me. The clicking of its TEETH. Right in my left ear. Click, click, click. Tears streaming down my face. I didn't know what it wanted from me. It licked my fucking ear too. Its tongue was dry and sharp. Like it had thorns on it or something. I'm pretty sure my ear is bleeding.

It suddenly let go of me. As soon as it did, I took off running. 

I'm home right now. All my doors and windows are locked.  All the lights are off. I'm in my room right now. I can hear it walking through my house. Banging on the doors I lock as if they'll open for it. I'm scared for my life. If this thing doesn't kill me, I'll post something. A little note saying 'hey, I'm not dead' or something. I'm not sure. I really hope to leave that note saying 'hey, I'm not dead' but something tells me that won't be happening any time soon.

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