Bulbous, sickly yellow eyes.
They adorn every shadow, peek through every crack.
The voices are louder now. Follow! Come! they say, leading the way into terror, down into dank caves of insanity.
I can barely get out of bed in the morning. I leave all the lights burning all day and all night, trying to banish them, banish the darkness from which they spawn.
All night last night, I would sleep, only to be awakened again, paralyzed, their Presence crushing me until exhaustion drove me unconscious again. The fourth time this week, though I get little sleep even when their attentions are elsewhere.
And now it's night again.
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