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i've already said too much to not risk being called coocoo, so here goes
:i've woken up to a silvery-white thing holding my hand in the air.
I've stared down a mostly shapeless black form once for about six hours. i knew if i slept, i'd die.
i've been attacked by a mass about the size of my bed once. black, tried to smother me.
i've had the shadowy figures walk by my doorway, but they could not enter. i have no idea why not.
i've been (again) on the verge of death, sleeping when mom went to check on me but 'was held behind the door. there were.. things.. singing to you and i could not cross into your room'. i woke up feeling -good-
i've had a blanket of mine dance around like a snake.
this is what i can think of off the top of my head.
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