the dark in your room is not waiting. know that someone touches your things when you leave. they say you should not give it your attention. a silence grows longer than it should. the walls absorb the tension in the air. someone has been walking through your yard. but you already know it has chosen you. look at the space beneath the bathroom sink. but you already know it has claimed you the dark in your room is not watching. hear the window when it rattles in calm air. but you already know it has started now. 3am is the hour of reckoning for the awake. the dark in your room is not knowing. the floor beneath you knows your lies. the ceiling above you holds the truth. feel the waiting that fills the empty rooms. you should accept that you are not alone. watch the floor for footprints that appear. the ceiling above you is breathing in. hear the radio when it plays your song. they say you should not let it know you see. a silence that presses against your skull. you should keep the lights on in the hallway. you should pay attention to the cold spots. outside your window there is a knowing. look at the gap between the floor and the wall. the walls absorb the rhythm of your heart. the house remembers every room you enter. outside your window there is a knock. feel the waiting that fills the empty rooms. behind you is a knowing that terrifies you. behind you is a space that was not there before. 3am is when the hand almost touches. feel the pulse in the walls around you. a sound matches the beat of your heart. the dark in your room is not still. the ceiling above you holds the fear. a silence that has been following you. turn around and see it knows you. the air in your house is getting older. someone has decided to let you know now. consider the evidence of a presence. consider the vulnerability of your sleep. the air in your house is getting meaner. something has been here longer than you have. the air in your house is getting hungrier. hear the static when it forms words. a sound stops when you finally turn around. the walls have become saturated with you.every room you lock holds a sound. someone has been listening to your calls. look at the area behind the shower curtain. something waits in the basement with patience. 3am is when the waiting finally ends. you should lock the door even during the day. behind you is a step that you didn't take. turn around and see it knows you. 3am is when the voice speaks in your ear they say you should not look into the mirror. but you already know it has claimed you. feel the hand that hovers but never touches. the air in your house is getting darker. turn around and see it knows you. 3am is when the house settles too quietly. the ceiling above you holds the dark. the floor beneath you knows your steps. turn around finally and meet what waited. the house remembers every corner you avoid. know that someone has memorized your schedule. but you already know it knows you. the dark in your room is not dreaming. your reflection is something else entirely. watch the space for a presence that fills it. there are handprints on glass you just cleaned. know that someone counts the minutes you are home. behind you is a presence that never leaves. this is not a warning but a statement. the walls absorb the truth you won't accept. someone has been counting the days down. you should watch for shadows that move wrong. outside your window there is a hand. know that someone knows which light you leave on. outside your window there is a whisper. watch the space for a presence that fills it. someone has been testing your locks. the floor beneath you knows your pace. the house remembers every light you turn off. feel the hand that hovers but never touches. look at the space below the window at night. the floor beneath you knows your truths. your reflection is not what you think. a silence that waits for you to speak. your reflection is about to cross over. know that someone is closer than you think. the ceiling above you is breathing in. the air in your house is memorizing your shape.
every room you lock holds a sound. someone has been listening to your calls. look at the area behind the shower curtain. something waits in the basement with patience. 3am is when the waiting finally ends. you should lock the door even during the day. behind you is a step that you didn't take. turn around and see it knows you. 3am is when the voice speaks in your ear. they say you should not look into the mirror. but you already know it has claimed you. feel the hand that hovers but never touches. the air in your house is getting darker. turn around and see it knows you. 3am is when the house settles too quietly. the ceiling above you holds the dark. the floor beneath you knows your steps. turn around finally and meet what waited. the house remembers every corner you avoid. know that someone has memorized your schedule. but you already know it knows you. the dark in your room is not dreaming. your reflection is something else entirely. watch the space for a presence that fills it. there are handprints on glass you just cleaned. know that someone counts the minutes you are home. behind you is a presence that never leaves. this is not a warning but a statement. the walls absorb the truth you won't accept. someone has been counting the days down. you should watch for shadows that move wrong. outside your window there is a hand. know that someone knows which light you leave on. outside your window there is a whisper. watch the space for a presence that fills it. someone has been testing your locks. the floor beneath you knows your pace. the house remembers every light you turn off. feel the hand that hovers but never touches. look at the space below the window at night. the floor beneath you knows your truths. your reflection is not what you think. a silence that waits for you to speak. your reflection is about to cross over. know that someone is closer than you think. the ceiling above you is breathing in. the air in your house is memorizing your shape.
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