“You looked. Now I’m in.” You try to scream, but your mouth is full of hair. Long strands winding around your tongue, down your throat, curling into the hollows of your lungs. You gag. Tears hot on your cheeks.
And from now on, every time you blink, it will be there, waiting in the dark behind your eyes—combing its fingers through the static of your dreams. atk scary hairy
And as your knees hit the floor, you understand: some doors don’t need to be opened. They just need you to look at the wrong thing for one second too long. “You looked