Fear watched the girl from a distance as she stood there, staring at the place where he'd disappeared from her view.
He frowned. What had possessed him to interfere with this girl's story? For certainly his interference was the thing that had enabled her to see him. He'd inserted himself into the narrative of her life; of course she would see him. It was an effect of his interference.
He shook his head, sighing. Forget about her. He straightened, turning away and walking out of the park and down the street. Places to go and people to visit.
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somnium
ParanormalFor what seems to him to be forever, he's been the personification of human fears. Every day is the same; he paints their fears according to the things that scare them the most deep down, all while remaining unseen by the humans whose fears he bring...
