What lurks heavily in the corner


“The corner of your eye is a dangerous place.”

It feels like someone’s watching, but you’re too afraid to make the glance.

You try to disregard it, hide your nervousness, and act like you don’t notice it, but then a sound jumps in with the fresh midnight breezes, a rustling sound coming from just outside.

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