CAMP: A STORY by filth
CAMP: A STORY by filth
ONCE THEY LOOK AT YOU
THEY NEVER LOOK AWAY.
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when i was a kid i would visit my dad who lived way out in the sticks.
the room i slept in had a window that faced his garage placed about 30
feet from the house. above the garage door was one of those motion sensor
lights that would sporadically turn on and off throughout the night...
...only this time, the silhoutte wasnt a rabbit or a gopher or a deer.
this time it was a sillouette of what looked like a person...
...when i rolled over and faced the wall the light came back on. and this
time, the silhouttee was now a shadow on the wall. whatever was standing
30 feet from the house was now standing right outside the window. i could
feel it looking in.
the light went out it never came back on again. i stayed awake staring at
the wall afraid to roll over. i stayed in that position lying in complete
silence. a few hours would pass when the sun started to come up and i would
hear whatever it was standing outside the window go away.
ITS LIKE THEY TALK TO YOU WITH THEIR EYES
...AND THEY ARE WATCHING
THEY ARE ALWAYS WATCHING YOU
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since then i cant stare at photographs of myself looking into the camera
because as soon as i see my eyes i can feel them looking at me again.
i try to avoid making eye contact with myself when i look into the mirror
because i feel them talking to me.
i dont know what they want or why they are doing this to me.
THEY NEVER STOP WATCHING
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filth A M i S H 2017