Him.
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Last published Tue, Nov 29, 2016
Have you ever had the perpetual feeling of someone following you? If so, then you'd be asking about him. Yes, him. I see him in my dreams, in the corner of my room and in the library, but I have yet to see if anyone know he's there.
I have been going ballistic the past few years because of his existence. People have been looking at me funny, calling me weird, but they don't see what I see: a tall, lean man in a sharp black suit marked with no face. Even though he didn't have eyes, his intense glare made it manifest that he was in your presence.
But I don't know what to do anymore, should I ignore him or try to get rid of him once and for all.
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