Why do we talk out loud to ourselves? If we know that no one is there, why do we do it? Maybe it's because we know we're not really alone. Those moments when you feel like something's watching you, it's because they are. You are always in the company of the watchers, even when you think you're not. They are the masters of disguise, so good, they have yet to be seen. Even if you did see them, no one would ever know, for, you'd be dead. When a pair of eyes looks upon a watcher, they must die to preserve human kind's sanity. They are the most horrific creatures seen by any eyes. No one is safe from them. I should know, they killed me too.
>TheArgentPanda<
First Written on September 30, 2019
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The Fanciful Tales of a Hopeless Writer
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