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Jan 2014
Woke in a start in the middle of the night.
There's something in the cold dark room.
A hidden creature.
I reach for my lamp and all I see is a face.
A face with endless black sockets where eyes are meant to be.
It lunges forward I throw my sheet over it and run.
Diving through the front door and into the night.
I run for the road not looking back.
Then it appears in front of me.
Next thing I knew...
I died that night.
Himal
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Himal  Australia
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