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The Apartment #39


You sit and stare. You, alone.
This auditorium is empty. Pale yellow Exit signs squint, weak and debilitated, into the glutinous blackness.
The Safety Curtain droops silently above an empty stage.
There is no movement here. No mouse, no insect. No ghost. Should some invisible hand shine a torch into this vast black extinction, not even dust would be seen moving. This stillness is complete: it is thorough and eternal; it is everything and everywhere. Above all, this stillness is sentient.
It knows you are there.
And those creaks - listen! - are not the sounds of an old building's timbers settling.

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    Jeff Taylor over 4 years ago

    That that is well written :)

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