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Submitted to Contest #221
Conner's eyes itched and burned, but he refused to blink. Nothing could make him. He stared at his closet door with wide-eyed anticipation. The white door, old with chipped paint, was left open, and he peered into the darkness knowing something was in there. Cold sweat ran down his forehead, fear exposed by the treacherous water carving its way down his cheek. Deep down in his bones, he knew something was in his room, but hope told him he was wrong. It's not real, Mom said so. I'm just imagining things. But as a soft groan hummed within ...
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