[ WP ] Terrify me .

They're coming for me. The things that hide in the dark places. When you see an outline, a figure in the darkness, it's them. When you see a face in the dark, at night when you're about to go to sleep, it's them. They hide in every old corner, in every place you never look. They're coming for me and they're coming for you too. 
 
 It's not that bad really. I mean, I always knew they were coming for me. I might as well accept that now. I made it all sound so horrible. I probably scared you out of your mind. 
 
 But I ca n't stop writing. Not now. Not when they're so close. I've got to fight back against them. Take the advantage while I still can. They ca n't get you if you still have control. 
 
 What is control, really? It's a very vague idea, nothing very solid about it at all. You might even say it was an illusion. That right there sounds more realistic than anything I've written up to this point. And it all sounds so serious as well, like I'm trying to escape from something horribly evil. 
 
 They know they've almost got me. I can only write a few more words before... 
 
 I can see a couple of figures in the doorway. They do n't look normal. You might even say that they do n't look human, but that's just stereotyping. Stereotyping never did anybody any good. One of them's coming forward now. I say, he does look strange. Oh, there I go being offensive again! All he wants to do is make me one of them. 
 
 One of them. 
 
 One of them. 
 
 One of us.
