I can hear them…sometimes in the night.  Inaudible voices echoing along a seemingly endless corridor.  I never see them when I am awake, only when I dream.  Dream state or not, I feel them. Their crisp words occasionally tease my fine hairs, stimulating every nerve.  Floors creak with each step and the spaces in between the aching wood reveals their secrets.

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