They find me in my dreams. I run through the corridors shrouded in shadow to try and escape, clinging to the walls, waiting for them to pass so I can make a silent escape. They are grotesque creatures, misshapen with red eyes. They silently call my name, in a taunting whisper, giggling manically with self awareness of their terror. I can hear them, whisper, whisper, whisper. Their whispers snake across my arms, and flit towards my ears. I clasp my hands to my head in an attempt to drive them out, but their whispers are persistent. I run, as fast as I can, away from the whispers. They are haunting, the words leave marks on my soul, I cannot run from the words. The corridors grow darker, their whispers following me wherever I turn. They find me in my dreams.
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