The Shadowbox

The Shadowbox

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My room is dark, and I am not alone. There is something in the darkness; I can feel it. The shadows brush my fingers. I feel its eyes upon me. I am scared, and I think it knows, I am trapped, and I know it knows.
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There's something about 3 AM. A silence too deep, a darkness too thick. Even the birds in the ceiling know to hush when it arrives. A new home was supposed to be a new beginning. But the shadows are watching. The tapping never stops. And when she finally dares to look, she sees something she was never meant to see. Some thoughts are too dark to escape. Some whispers are too familiar to ignore. And some reflections should never be trusted...

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