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I creep in the night. I watch you in your sleep. I watch you all the time. I'm there, wherever you are. I'm there when you eat. I'm there when you dress, when you do laundry, when you drive around. I follow you: Into the darkness of night, into the sunlight of morning, into the bright midday sun. My eyes never leave you. You see shadows on your house at night, or looking in your bedroom window, and you disregard them. That�s your bad. Because it is in the wee hours of the morning when I feel right. The time is soon. I await my time to strike. I am the Angel of Death, and I kill in the night. So beware the shadows on your wall, the empty voice in that �prank call�, because I'm there listening. Your frightened voices give my adrenaline a boost. I scare you with a few more things like sounds at your door, or the creaking of swings. So when you are there, weird sounds at your back, I'm there also. You break now and begin to cry. I laugh. You look up and, darkness. You didn�t take heed of my warning. Your soul is in my possession. Watch for a figure, caped in black. When you see it, watch you back. The Angel of Death is on the attack. |
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