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She could feel the presence in her room. It seeped into her bones and filled her mind with terror. When she tried to move any of her limbs, they sat limp under the covers. Her eyes flicked across the darkness of the room, but she couldn't see anything dangerous. Every night was like this now, every time she laid to sleep. It made her terrified of sleeping.For a moment, she thought she saw a hand print dark against the only window in her room, as if something was climbing over it. Staring at it, she saw a small crack had formed on the glass, growing in size slowly. She wanted to shriek, but believed the moment she did, all of it would unf...

Mazes. Long, dark and tiring. It doesn’t matter the shape or form they become a distorting cage. You can wander with an aim or aimless and yet still get lost; holding a hand on the left side can only go so far when the maze always changes. It tricks you and it traps you. It gives you false leads and false hope, making you go faster thinking the end is so close - only for it to strip it away. It’s cold, it’s dark, and it’s lonely – even if the maze is well lit and there are others in it too. Slowly the walls seem to get narrower and taller. It makes you feel small and worthless as it towers over you and in control of everything you do. Root...