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The Breeze On My Face (Part 1)
Standing on the edge of the forest, lurking with my friend (the dark), feeling the night breeze brush across my face, it feels good. Images form of my next escapade and as it intensifies in my mind my eyes roll back in my head and I start to drool, the anticipation is gnawing on my gut and I feel a vibration in my chest as a growl escapes my lips, shaking dead leave loose from the branches above. It's drawing close to the time for my next episode, time to reach for another soul, taste the hot, metallic fluid as it slides down my throat. So I sink back into the darkness, it surrounds me and I become one with it, back to my natural bond and within a breath I'm there, lying in wait in your home, waiting for myself to calm, there's no fun if I start too pumped up, and as the red clears from my eyes I hear your footsteps on the floor moving away. I pop from shadow to shadow drawing closer, getting to know the layout of your house. I stir the air, causing an unnatural wind to blow across the back of your neck, ruffling your hair, you look around but find nothing. Moving closer I pass my ghost like hand through your chest and chills run up and down your spine, again, again, again, your limbs start to grow numb as your blood slowly freezes within.
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