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midnight brings a patience that terrifies. the walls have something to tell you soon. you are being mapped like uncharted territory. watch the stairs for extra steps counted. a silence that has decided to break. turn around finally and meet what waited. there are shapes in the dark that don't make sense. look at the gap between the floor and the wall. the dark in your room is not still this is not a whisper but a claim. something crawls in the attic after midnight. the walls absorb the sound of your breathing. but you already know it has marked you. there are breaths that don't match your rhythm. the air in your house is getting colder. there are gazes that burn the back of your neck. your reflection is not what you think. feel the brush against your ankle in the dark. notice the food that spoils faster than it should. the floor beneath you knows your weight. you are being prepared for something unknown. every room you leave holds a memory. notice the mirrors that seem to hold memories. the ceiling above you holds the waiting. there are sounds in your house that have no source. turn around and see it will never leave. a silence that is no longer content to wait. the ceiling above you holds the weight. your reflection smiles when you don't. midnight brings a silence that presses inward. behind you is something that has always been. feel the waiting that fills the empty rooms. the house remembers every fear you feel behind you is a breath that you didn't exhale. but you already know it knows you. the dark in your room is not still. this is not a question but an answer. every room you lock holds a sound. someone has been testing your locks. the air in your house is getting hungrier. watch the walls for breathing you can see. the house remembers every window you close. they say you should not give it your attention. the ceiling above you is waiting still. know that someone stands in your yard at midnight. feel the presence that stands beside your bed. outside your window there is a purpose. hear the alarm when it goes off early. midnight brings a truth you have avoided. notice the drawers that are not fully closed. someone has gotten closer than before someone has been waiting for the right time. they say you should not feed it your thoughts. something breathes in the closet while you sleep.you should accept that you are not alone. look at the crack in the corner of the ceiling. there are waitings that stretch into hours. a silence that will tell you everything. a silence that waits for you to speak. feel the waiting that fills the empty rooms. you are being held in a grip you can't feel. feel the brush against your ankle in the dark. know that someone has memorized your schedule. this is not a choice but a result. notice the items that are not where you left them. something has been waiting for you to notice. the dark in your room is not what you think. outside your window there is a purpose. turn around finally and meet what waited. a sound rings in your ears after you wake. feel the weight settle on your shoulders. outside your window there is a knock. the dark in your room is not what you think. you are being studied like a familiar text. but you already know it has touched you. notice the children who speak to empty spaces. a sound has a rhythm that feels familiar. a sound has a pattern you almost recognize. the walls absorb the evidence of your presence. the ceiling above you is waiting still. hear the stairs when they count themselves. something has been waiting for you to notice. consider the probability someone knows you. the air in your house is pressing against you. this is not a question but an answer. the floor beneath you knows your routines. your reflection waves when you don't. someone has been counting the days down. someone has gotten closer than before. every room you enter holds a presence.



you should accept that you are not alone. look at the crack in the corner of the ceiling. there are waitings that stretch into hours. a silence that will tell you everything. a silence that waits for you to speak. feel the waiting that fills the empty rooms. you are being held in a grip you can't feel. feel the brush against your ankle in the dark. know that someone has memorized your schedule. this is not a choice but a result notice the items that are not where you left them. something has been waiting for you to notice. the dark in your room is not what you think. outside your window there is a purpose. turn around finally and meet what waited. a sound rings in your ears after you wake. feel the weight settle on your shoulders. outside your window there is a knock. the dark in your room is not what you think. you are being studied like a familiar text. but you already know it has touched you. notice the children who speak to empty spaces. a sound has a rhythm that feels familiar. a sound has a pattern you almost recognize. the walls absorb the evidence of your presence. the ceiling above you is waiting still. hear the stairs when they count themselves. something has been waiting for you to notice. consider the probability someone knows you. the air in your house is pressing against you. this is not a question but an answer. the floor beneath you knows your routines. your reflection waves when you don't. someone has been counting the days down. someone has gotten closer than before. every room you enter holds a presence.

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