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Upon entering my driveway, I was forced to halt. Ceasing to walk any further, I tried to register whatever had stopped me. It was a rather odd feeling, like something had been staring at me. When I turned to search my environment I spotted nothing out of the ordinary, however I distinctly remember seeing someone standing there when
With a slight rush and panicking suspicion, I leapt up the steps to my porch and quickly grabbed the keys to the house
The second the door was closed, the wind silenced, and my feet within my own home, I began to rationalize. Why had I been so scared? I wondered, as skepticism began to dominate fear. There was no serious reason for me to be taken so aback by what I saw- or rather- what I
It was the way the disappearance of the figure happened, like it was intentional. All I could see of the figure was a blur of color, that of a white man, on which I noted a lack of clothing. The person had appeared the size of a rather large man, dominating any size of any
My bedroom was a mess of spare clothing, trash, and scattered papers. It was a disaster, the aftermath of some storm inconceivable by the human mind. One could hardly walk in it without tripping if the smell
I hardly knew where to begin, but I concluded that the papers, filled with recent drawings from the past weeks, would be the easiest, most enjoyable, and most efficient course of action to begin with according to my
Some of the drawings inside dated all the way back to the fifth grade.
By the time my room was completely clean, the stench half gone, I felt renewed. The horrible day
This was one
No, at this one I could envy. It was near Halloween, so I thought I might indulge in the holiday by drawing something frightening. To celebrate, morbidly,
Scrawled at the top of the page was a word, evidently the thing's name. "Vanisher." The thing had a face so retched I cringed at my own creation. It held a size similar to that of a rather large man.
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