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Behind You Something Stands

Behind you something stands.

Whilst you are reading these words you are not paying attention to what is going on around you. Someone or something could be and probably is standing behind you or in front of you and you wouldn’t notice. Your gaze is on this page, your attention is on this page, reading these words. In some corner somewhere near you a threat to your safety is lurking. While you are focussed on this page plans are being made to harm you in some way. Those plans may take fruition when your regard is on these words that are holding your attention. These words are holding you rapt and vulnerable to harm. At night the risks are greater to you, for there are now darkened places, shadows, for them to hide waiting to strike. In a place well known to you a spirit lurks that means you harm. They will be sharp of tooth and claw and waiting for your attention to wane from thinking that they are there.  They are there, do not doubt that for one moment. No one knows what they look like as they assume a familiar thing and different guises and so many disguises in order to trick you. They will do so to lull you into a false sense of security and safety. Then they will strike. Of course you can look up from these words to check behind yourself every so often, every minute in fact. But they will move, they will shape shift. They will disappear and reappear, playing games with your senses and fears. They will smell and taste your fear.  You may be at home you may be at work but that doesn’t stop them. Nothing and no-one can stop them from harming you.
Now how safe do you feel while reading these words?

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