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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Oh and this "thing" let me explain what it looks like, It doesn't have eyes, It has an open mouth all the time, with rotting yellow sharp crooked teeth, very skinny, like greyish brownish color. It breathes heavily and it's very flexible kinda reminds me of "The Last Exorcism." I was walking out of my room, and in the hallway I got shoved against the wall.. but there was nothing there. I couldn't breathe and I felt paralyzed. I saw my mother walking to the kitchen passing me, I could tell she didn't noticed me. Then while I was still motionless, I saw this black figure it was fairly large, HUGE I mean, It was very close to me and then it went away and the feeling of being paralyzed went away also. I could move, I could breathe. I walked into the kitchen, Thats where I found my mother cleaning the floor. "Mum? Have you ever had the feeling that you couldn't move or breathe sometimes in the house?" "More times than you think, But there is no such thing as the paranormal world or the "after life." "I know, but I do not know the logical reason for it." She was silent then she looked at me and started cleaning again. I sat down on the couch, Yes I do have a couch in my kitchen, It's a Bosnian thing. With my arms around my knees. Then I saw the living room from the glare of the window in the kitchen. And in this glare I saw "The Thing" The description is up there. ^^ He had a small chair in his hands and he was slowly standing up from this weird position. He came closer with the chair and it was almost like my mum saw "The Thing" and she moved out of the way for it. He came around and stood over me with the drool/slobber coming off his rotten yellow teeth. Then I woke up. It still scares me today. I know this is just my imagination but still, I know this isn't a poem but I still would like to share it with you.
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