The Shadows On The Walls

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The house was empty, except for the shadows that danced on the walls.

Watching me,always watching with black, beady eyes.

My heart was racing even though I knew that I was alone. But they tortured me with thier whispers , barely audible over the pounding in my ears.

It was screaming in my mind though.

As if the shadows had dug into my skull and burroed themselves deep inside my brain.

I wantef to close my eyes and get away.

Away from all the darkness that hung around me lkke a thick veil of smoke in a building going up in flames.

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