She is there right next to you. But you don't see her. She's pale as a ghost you don't know she's there. You can't see her. She waits. She waits for you to go to bed. She waits next to your bed. Watching you as you lay down and cover up. Waiting for you to fall asleep. So she can crawl in bed with you. So she can watch your face with her black eyes. She feeds off of your fear. She feeds off of your trimbling as you wake from her rubbing her hand against your face. She feeds off of how fast your heart beats from hearing her breathing heavily. She feeds off of your fear.
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Stories of the Darkness
HorrorThese are multiple stories told from everywhere. Like a lone trip on the highway. To right next to you in your bed. Scary stuff anywhere possible.
