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"Our eyes watch you as you walk, measuring
your every move. You know we're out there, somewhere, and
the thought is not comforting. You speed up, slow down, stop,
go, but we're still there, watching and waiting.
A slight rustle to your left grabs your attention, and you spin ~ only
to find nothing. But we're there. You
move on, and the rustling begins again. Again you stop, with the same result. You
begin running, fleeing,
screaming ... and then, no more." |
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