'Are you afraid Judith?'�
Yes, she says.
'Really? Are you really afraid Judith?
Yes Jim, yes I am.
'Does it scare you'�does it chill you to the core'�it chills me. I can feel it wherever I go. Clinging to me, watching me, following me'�'�
I'm scaring her she says.
'Good. Because it's scaring me.'�
Its behind her. Smelling her hair. Touching her neck. It stares at me, its cold, black eyes penetrating my being. She doesn't see it coming. How can she? The ignorant ignore the obvious.

Always it haunts me, stalks me'�taking a part of me each time it'�each time it appears'�

***

My feet stick to the floor. It follows me, hunting me. Still I feel its talons around me, our first fatal meeting. The fallacy of trust between us. Betrayed. Still it hunts me.

***

The room is dark. Very dark. Pitch. I like it like this. I cannot see in the dark. I cannot see it. Only feel it. I feel the hair on my neck raise.
'Hello?'�
I freeze. The sound seems familiar. I ignore it.
'Hello?'�
Footsteps.
'Jim? You there?'�
It comes.

***

The stench in the room now is terrible. Such pain and horror. It needs to feed. It needs me. I help it, but cannot stop it.

I feel the selfish urge of self-preservation. Death terrifies me.

***

My back is cold. The bricks dig in. I am cornered. There are no more girls to use. No more saviours. It stands before me, it's malevolent eyes burning through me. It towers above me. The silence suffocates me.

The darkness envelopes me and I smile one last time.

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