The Strange Face
I always have a strange feeling that i'm being watched by thousands of souls from another room, a room of darkness, a room of terror another room from a whole new dimension, a fith dimension or even a sixth dimension, something is watching but everything is not as it seems also the cold wind from the outside has turned me into an ice cold frenzy of fear, all I can think about is a dark and horrifying face staring at me from a distance and I hear a noise from outside. Sort of like a whistle. That's why it's so cold, there is a crack in the window that whistles, I want to stand up but that face always stares at me. Always stares at me for a reason but I don't know why. I don't know why. At all.
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