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poem submitted to "Horror" poetry contest, Seth Pina, sponsor, March 6, 2026
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ First, it was the way the light refused to touch the hallway~ how the floorboards sighed beneath something unseen. Then came the whispers, not from walls, but from the space between them, syllables chewed soft and wet. You learned to ignore the fingers brushing your neck in the dark, the way your reflection sometimes blinked too slowly. But tonight, you wake to the sound of your own voice downstairs, laughing, while you lie perfectly still. And now you understand~ the house wasn’t haunted. You were the thing it was trying to keep out.
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