There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. His hair is dark. He just stands there watching. I call out to him asking his name, but he doesn't reply. He just stares.
A can't take my eyes off of him. I stand there too, staring at him. Our deep eyes meet and a chill flashes down my spine. As I gaze into the windows to his soul, my breathing quickens as does my heart beat. Here we are, two different entities separated only by the distance of a metre or so. I can't describe the deep dread I feel as I stare deeper and deeper, unable to move, unable to speak any more...
As I stare, the massive spot on my nose bulges.
Storyteller.
Writer of fantasy, plays and haiku.
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room.