Have you ever felt the sensation
Walking down a corridor or a hallway
That there is something watching you
And the hairs on your neck prickle
It feels like it’s malevolent
But your not quite sure
But you’re to fearful too turn around
To see if there’s someone peering out of doors
Or racing up behind you
To strip away your soul
Something that’s primordial, an ancient beast from days of old.
fauxcroft 
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