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The question that keeps you awake, that drags its fingers across your ceiling at 3am, that follows you into every room you enter. Why is HE here? ...And what does HE want from us?

??????: Have you ever experienced something that should not exist? Something that crawled beneath your skin and nested there, cold, writhing, permanent? Something that stole the air from your lungs and replaced it with nothing but a hollow, trembling silence?

what HE has always been, lurking at the edge of every story your grandmother whispered with the lights on. And now HE is here.

Only the sound of footsteps with no rhythm, belonging to something that did not move the way living things move. Only the certainty, deep, bone-cold, and absolute, of what you witnessed. You know what you saw

You cannot prove it. You have no photograph, no recording, no evidence, only the memory of that silhouette standing where a head should have been and wasn't.

And maybe, maybe, you could live with the doubt. Maybe you could convince yourself it was a dream, a shadow, a trick of the light along the road that night. But you were not alone. And still, no one believes you.

They always come out wrong. How do you describe something that reason itself refuses to acknowledge? They laughed. They always laugh. "You're imagining things," they say, their eyes pulling away from yours just a little too quickly. "You just want attention."

Have you ever lived it? You carry it with you. Every. Single. Day. The memory burns behind your eyes like a brand, seared into the darkest folds of your mind. and yet, when you open your mouth to speak of it, the words come out wrong.