The Beast
June 8, 2025•581 words
All the time it stares at me. All the time, out of sight, lurking in the dark, where none dare venture, hidden amongst the crowd of strangers, staring blankly and oblivious into the devices they carry in their spasmic hands. All the time, I barely overhear the whispers, like a maddening drone, drowned in the noise of regular days. All the time, I feel its presence near me, hiding behind my back, hiding just out of reach behind the mirror, from which an estranged face grins a hollow, uncanny smil...
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