Darkness

Darkness surrounds you. It seeps through your skin, making you cold, even on the summer's night.

But what's behind you? Whispering in your ear as you walk, what is it? Do you know?

You turn to look. Nothing. You carry on walking. You feel it brushing your neck, wrapping around you like a scarf.

And then you stop.

What is it? What's behind you? What's around your neck? What is it that's choking you? What is it that's killing you?

The End

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