Hello, you are about to enter my journal, my head and some of my deepest thoughts, I hope your ready for this because I know I’m not, leave a comment if you dare, share with the class what you think and maybe I’ll get back to you. . .
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He did not look back.
Just turned out the light and looked on forward.
There was but only one noise that crawled through out the air.
It was a taunting cry that the door made as he had closed it.
This is incredibly haunting. eek Like cold fingertips tracing circles into your bare back at midnight, only to learn that when you turn . . . No one was ever there.