BLAME ME!!!
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You know that fear of the dark, that every child gets? The one when your parents tell you that it was just a dream, there are no monsters under your bed. Sleep tight. Well for me it was never just a dream, and there always seemed to be something watching me as I slept. I hated the dark, still do and I am 21 years old. It gets worse though. Every time I turn on my light to figure out who is watching me, there is nothing there. It isn't just the dark anymore. Things, strange things are happening during the day now. I would feel someone tap me on the shoulder, I would spin around to find out who it was and no one would be there. I can hear laughing inside my head even when I have music blaring in my ears. Worst of all is the images I get. They are all of people dying or dead, and at the end of the slideshow a Cheshire cat smiles at me in the dark, just the teeth and the glowing eyes. Just like in Alice in Wonderland. I swear I am going insane.
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