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No one saw the hooded man in the grain of the wood: every night I slept face down so I didn't have to look at him. I'm grown up: there are no figures on wardrobe doors, but some people make me hide under the bed sheets.
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Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 11:42 AM UTC
Hooded Man
No one saw the hooded man in the grain of the wood: every night I slept face down so I didn't have to look at him. I'm grown up: there are no figures on wardrobe doors, but some people make me hide under the bed sheets.
I was just watching an halloween movie and it brought to mind my childhood fear of a figure I was in the grain of the wood of my wardrobe.
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Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 11:42 AM UTC
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