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If you think there’s Something under your bed, you’re right. If you thought you heard a sound from the basement, you did.
It was me and I am ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ

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Hi new friends. You may be afraid of me, but don’t worry, I’m not afraid of you.

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If you find yourself bored tonight, just find a big plate glass window and stare outside. It’s very dark out tonight. Is there something out there? Of course not. That’s just the reflection of Something behind you.

I only show up every week or so and honestly it's for the best

can you feel the *whisper* spiders crawling up your back

In a dark dark wood there is a dark dark house

In the dark dark house there is a dark dark room

In the dark dark room there is a dark dark door

ᵍᵒ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶦᵗ

There is a pale light coming from your room. It has a hue like bile and dry sweat.

It’s night. You pull your collar up against the chill breeze of early spring. The air is filled with the fragrant scent of blooming dogwood trees. Despite being in a hurry, distracted by the many clamors and small terrors of your day, you take a moment to peer up at the stars. You feel connected then, with all of your ancestors that came before you. They looked at these same stars. You see a message spelled out for you, a message they too surely saw:
ᶠ ᵘ ᶜ ᵏ ʸ ᵒ ᵘ

nightmares 

anyways here's the i am here sign made transparent do with it what you will

You feel cold. Something is destroying you. Something is pulling you into that terrible void. You make no sound but your throat is raw from screaming.

You grit your teeth as It touches you. Something like hands brush your face, something like arms embrace you. It wraps around you but It doesn’t stop. It continues through you, filling you, devouring you.

It reaches out to you, a shadow, extinguishing light around it, inside it. You cannot move. You are willing your body to move. You are screaming at your body, move, move, MOVE.

That cruel blackness pours in the window and mixes with the pale light like spilled oil. The blackness spreads across the walls so far that you almost don’t notice Something standing in the corner.

The door is open. You recognize the room, but not that window, not that door. Outside the sky is a silky void. It is empty and it’s unfathomable and looking at it hurts your eyes.

The hair is standing up on the back of your neck. You can feel Something behind you. You will not turn around. You cannot.

You’re opening the door. Why are you opening the door? Every instinct you have is telling you not to open the door, but you’re opening the door.

There is a pale light coming from your room. It has a hue like bile and dry sweat.

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