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They are always watching.

They watch, and they plan. They hate us for having the freedom that was denied them, when they were bound at the beginning of Time. They clutch at the corners of existance, watching for the moment that they can strike out.

And through it all, they whisper.

They whisper of pain and death. They whisper of sorrow and despair. Their voices creep into our minds until we begin to doubt our own realities.

A man is alone in the night, sitting upright in bed. He has heard a noise, but he dismisses it as nothing.

"Are you sure?" they whisper, taunting his hidden fears.

The man lies awake, unable to fall asleep. He knows it was only something outside, and nothing to worry about. He knows no one has broken in.

"Someday..." they whisper, keeping him awake in worry. "Someday, you will be wrong..."

A woman looked behind her, sure she felt eyes upon her back. There is no one there.

"Are you sure?" they whisper, touching her deepest worries.

The woman starts to hurry home, and she cannot keep from glancing behind her. In her heart she's sure that no one is following her, but panic rises up in her nevertheless.

"Someday..." they whisper, fueling the fear that drives her home. "Someday, it will happen..."

A child stares intently into the shadows, hugging his arms around himself. His parents say there are no monsters, and so, there can be nothing there.

"Are you sure?" they whisper, calling to his most dreaded nightmares.

The child cannot move from that spot. He tells himself, over and over again, that nothing is hiding in the shadows. There was nothing there any of the other nights, and there is nothing there now.

"Someday..." the whisper, paralyzing him where he sits. "Someday, it will be waiting for you to let your guard down..."

One night, you will find yourself accosted by unreasoning fear. You will tell yourself that your worries are nothing, but there will always be a voice that whispers that perhaps this is the time when nightmares will come true. Your fears will rise up, no matter how hard you try to stop them. The whispers will continue, as the unseen ones increase their power over us.

"Someday..." they whisper, as they watch us shake off our fears in the morning and continue on our daily business.

"Someday this world will be ours."