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Mar 2019
I know I am alone, in a locked room. But I feel her eyes on me. Always behind me, always watching me with her red eyes. I try to escape her dreadful stare by walking away. But her eyes follow me. Always following me with those red eyes. I swear I can her fiery body move. I turn but all I see are red eyes. Staring. Always staring.
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Mantha MW  19/F/Missouri
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