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Night. Around me like a black veil. Curtains blowing up in the wind. Waving around my window. And then: Creek. Creek. Cold. Fondling my cheek. A prickle on my neck. Drops of sweat on my forehead. And then: Tap. Tap. Fear. Rising in my chest. A look to the door. Holding my Breath. And then: Knock. Knock. Someone. Standing there. Walking towards me. Slow slugging footsteps. Years have gone by since that day, when I was still a little boy. I can’t describe what I saw that night. The night of fear. But here I am, after long life. Old and Ill. Caught in my own mind. Night. My closest friend. Steps of a staircase. Dusty under my feet.