The nights are no colder, but you shiver more often now. There’s that chill that grips you as you lie awake at night. You’re tracing the cracks in the ceiling like palmistry, foretelling the date of your death. Maybe you’re next. Maybe you’re not. We all expire someday, some of us sooner than others. You don’t want to die. You don’t want to die... There’s that crawling under your skin, like so many slender-legged spiders. It swells like a rash when the shadows stretch too long, when the silence settles in stasis. Fog kisses your arms in the streets at dawn, and all you can feel are the spiders. There’s that prickling against the nape of your neck. The feeling of something watching you. Something edging closer. Something edging closer. Something right behind you, a cold breath against your ears. There’s that shudder when you turn around and nobody’s there, and nothing is there but the darkness, that void with infinite eyes. And the prickling never stops. There’s that knife to your spine when you push open the the community center doors, your body anticipating the horror like a child at a scary movie. Close your eyes and put your hands over your ears. Skip ahead to a point in time when it’s all over, let someone else explain what you missed as you distance yourself from the horror. Let them dream the nightmares in your stead. There’s the rush of relief, like drowning, when you enter the room and count the heads, and all the heads are accounted for. The shivering stops, for now. For now. Do you feel safe? |
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