faces. all around. here and there, everywhere. at a corner, under the table, near the door, up on the windowstill, perched on a tree branch. everywhere.

they stare, boring holes into my mind, where they'll stay and haunt me everytime. i close my eyes yet they're there - covered in darkness. i know. i feel them. i feel their eyes staring at me even as the sun blazes bright, more so as night comes and i lay in bed, alone and full of fright.

they don't come near, never, they never do. i don't know. i just know they're there, still and staring.

once, i stared back at one. it stared back, of course. i couldn't remember how it looked, or what it looked. i just know i stared at one, and its eyes. god, its eyes, they were staring straight at me. i can never get it out of my mind, even if i finally, slowly, forget it, it'll always pop up once my head's up in the clouds and full of nothing. it's always waiting to get at me. 

i try so hard to make them go away, but they never do.

right now, as i type this, i know one is staring at me, just under the table. 

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i need to let it out. it's been everywhere once october started, idk why.
dark, hunched over figures are everywhere. i don't know if they're real.
but they're frighteningly real for me.
gyahaha. i can't type out my fics because of this thing (or are they things).