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Hallways.
She was always terrified of them. She hated them, she despised them… and most of all, she dreaded them.
Most people laughed at her irrational fear. Even her closest friends would jeer behind her back.
But none of them knew why.
Ever since Darren had left her without a warning, she was haunted by a nightmare… a nightmare that never went away, and became real every day.
As she walked through the dimly lit hallway, her shoes click-clacked off the tiles. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
A sound made her stop. It was faint – barely audible – but she definitely heard it. It could have been the wind, or a branch thumping lightly on the windows… or a whisper. Disregarding it, she picked up her pace again.
The sound came from her right. Then her left. It came from above her… until it felt like whoever was talking was saying the words right in her ear. She shuddered and started to walk faster. The sounds were definitely whispers.
Running. She was running now, as fast as she could. She could make out what they were saying if she tried, but she blocked them out.
Finally, she came to a conclusion. Something was chasing her.
She sprinted until she ran out of breath… and accepted her fate. Whoever it was could catch up to her if they wanted. There was no point in playing a deathly game of tag.
The monster approached her slowly, cautiously, as if it were anticipating her reaction. When she didn't move, it came closer and closer. She could see its face. It didn't have a nose, or a mouth, or eyes.
Yet she could tell exactly who it was.
The monster was herself.
It was the same every night.