Come closer.... listen to how it begins gentle, almost like a lullaby,
Horror is a hand resting warm on your shoulder in the dark.
Horror is a voice that knows your name and says it softly.
Horror is the forest breathing in rhythm with your heartbeat.
Horror is a telephone ringing, not to disturb you, but to keep you company.
Horror is a stranger who appears only when the storm feels like shelter.
And then, just when you start to feel safe inside it
Horror is realizing the comfort was never yours at all.
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