Zenex laid in the infirmary bed, breathing into the oxygen mask. His eyes were glued shut, and he couldn’t hear anyone talking. Until...

Slayer, get up.

W-Wha...? Dusk...?

Yes. Wake up, there’s some kind of entity in here.

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Give him the snuggie-wuggies or

I kill the puppy-wuppies.

Every night, it curved into his dreams, folding into view from around impossible corners, one gaping socket always on him as it silently glided. He thought putting some distance between the thing he'd found in the attic and himself might help, but no, it met him on the road.

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"I had that nightmare again, about the horse on the stairs."

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