The elephant in the room

He is here...watching me..the host....the ghost....the elephant in the room.

I rush into the room and slam the door behind me. Fear ambushes me as I realise a horrifying truth. I have not escaped. All I can do is strain my eyes against the blackness, knowing in this small space it is here, with me.

I see him! A sickly Albino creature scatters across the room, its black eyes never moving from mine, what the hell was that? Was that real? Was that blood on its lips?

Suddenly I feel cold breath on the side of my face and I fly into a blind panic, flailing across the room, I hit the wall and spin around shutting my eyes so tightly it hurts. Only the hammer of my pulse breaks the silence.

Its presence in the room is unbearable and I open my eyes to see the thing I do not want to see. It stares at me with a crooked grin and makes soft cooing noises like a lost child. Suddenly it stops and screams at me baring its pin like teeth and charges.

My mind breaks as goose pimple fingers crawl up my spine.



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