So--- so you weren't?
No-- no.
I didn't think so...
I think--
No, no....
--
STOPIT!!!!
---
No.
Oh... ohnopleasepleasestop.
STOPIFEELITCRAWLINGINMYSKINANDFEEDINGONMYMADNESS
IFEELITALWAYSCRAWLINGINSIDEANDJUSTBELOWMYSKIN
ANDISCRATCHANDSCATCHBUTITneverevereverGOESAWAY.
[Are you alright--!!?]
YesyesI'mfine.
[I think we're in a spot of trouble.]
PLEASEPLEASEhelpme--!!
[But... but you said you were fine!]
Iam.
[Stop it.]
Ican't.
[But you will.]
Yes...
BUTTHERESSOMETHINGIDIDNTTELLYOU!
And---
And I walk in the dark and see nothing and everything and beyond the threshhold I became very frightened, so I stepped back and what did I see there?
My name.
And my name was---
Upon waking in my bed last night, I looked up to find more writing. And something more--- I saw the writer.
I saw it.
It?
Maybe...
I was frightened, you must understand. My walls, violated once again, and there, the intruder, the intruder who has been haunting my room for all this time...
It-- she. She was small, thin, almost... wraithlike. It was dark, but I saw, just for a second...
And she fled.
And--- and... ohgodshelookedasthoughshewerealmost...
Me.
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It, like, ties in so wonderfully, yet at the same time, it poses so many questions... It is that sort of thing that I love in writings....