by Solen_Grey
Close your eyes. Follow the scent. No source. No explanation. Doctors find nothing. Just the same hour every night. The same scent. And something standing in the dark. No face. But watching. Lisa knows it isn’t just in her head. She can feel it. Getting closer. And whatever it is… it has been there far longer than she has.
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