Dear Diary:
Eyes, I thought I saw eyes . . .
Last night I woke up in the wee hours when it was pitch black out. I was wide awake peering out into the darkness of my room. I couldn't see anything. Yet it felt as if someone was in the room with me.
"Who's there?" I asked aloud.
No reply.
Eyes, I thought I saw eyes . . .
Last night I woke up in the wee hours when it was pitch black out. I was wide awake peering out into the darkness of my room. I couldn't see anything. Yet it felt as if someone was in the room with me.
"Who's there?" I asked aloud.
No reply.
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