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Fear can control you

Fear can control you

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Paranormal
Eyes so dark and filled with envy. Skin as pale as a ghost. All of its clothing ripped, shredded and full of red, blood like stains. It's long hair , knotted and parted in front of it's ugly face, as of parts of its hair have been drained of its midnight black colour hair. It's face so pale you can see right through it, like its a ghost. Yet it has cuts and scrapes along the entire body like shape. It's figure, clear as a sheer drape, but yet easy to notice when you see it. You can see it anywhere, in the door way , in the bathroom and even in the kitchen. But the thing I'm most curios about the symbol with the circle inside of the triangle , perfectly centred on the forehead. I can't describe the creature or thing, it looks like a human, though it's not. But let me tell you ,I have an image in my head of it's kind. A demon.
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