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The night was unnaturally still as Aurora Carter, Rory to her friends, stepped into the grove. The ancient oak standing stones loomed around her, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers against the moonlit sky. She had come here for a reason, though she couldn't quite remember why. The note in her pocket, the one that had led her here, was blank now, the ink faded as if it had never been there at all. The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the darkness that seemed to pulse at the edges of her vision. The Heartstone Pendant around her neck, a gift from an unknown benefactor, pulsed faintly with warmth, its deep crimson gemstone casting a faint inner glow on her skin. She clutched it tightly, the silver chain cool against her palm, a small comfort in the growing unease that coiled in her stomach. Rory had always been cool-headed, intelligent, and known for her quick out-of-the-box thinking. But this place, this grove, it was different. It was wrong. She could feel it in the way the air hummed around her, in the way the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. She had been in dark places before, both literally and metaphorically, but this was something else entirely. She took a step forward, her boots crunching on the fallen leaves that carpeted the ground. The sound was too loud, too intrusive in the silence. She winced, her bright blue eyes darting around, expecting something to lunge out at her from the darkness. But there was nothing. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in a breeze she couldn't feel. A sound caught her attention, a soft whisper that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, her hand instinctively going to the small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist, a reminder of a childhood accident. The whisper came again, a voice that wasn't quite a voice, a sound that wasn't quite a sound. It was like the rustling of leaves, the sighing of the wind, the soft murmur of a voice she couldn't quite make out. "Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing through the grove. The sound was swallowed up by the darkness, as if the very air was absorbing it. She took another step forward, her hand still clutching the pendant. The warmth from the gemstone was growing, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She could feel it now, the wrongness of this place. It was in the air, in the way the trees seemed to lean in towards her, their branches reaching out like grasping hands. It was in the way the shadows seemed to deepen, to grow darker, to take on a life of their own. She was not alone here. She could feel it, could sense it in the way the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. A movement at the edge of her vision caught her attention. She turned, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. There was nothing there. Just the trees, their branches swaying gently in a breeze she couldn't feel. But she had seen something, she was sure of it. A figure, tall and gaunt, its limbs too long, its fingers too numerous. It had been there, and then it wasn't. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was being silly, she told herself. There was nothing here. Just the trees, just the shadows. Just her imagination running wild. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. There was something here. Something wrong. Something... other. The whisper came again, louder this time, more insistent. It was a voice, she realized, a voice that wasn't quite a voice. It was a sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once, a sound that seemed to echo in her very bones. It was a voice that was not meant for human ears, a voice that was not meant to be heard. She turned, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The figure was there again, at the edge of her vision. It was taller now, its limbs even longer, its fingers even more numerous. It was closer now, its eyes glowing with a light that was not quite light, a light that was not meant to be seen. She took a step back, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The figure took a step forward, its limbs moving in a way that was not quite right, in a way that was not meant to be. She could feel it now, the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was not meant to be here. It was not meant to be seen. She turned and ran, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The figure followed, its limbs moving in a way that was not quite right, in a way that was not meant to be. She could feel it behind her, could feel its presence, could feel its wrongness. She ran faster, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She burst out of the grove, the ancient oak standing stones looming behind her. She turned, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The figure was gone. The grove was silent, the trees still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked faster, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't know where she was going, didn't know where she was. All she knew was that she had to get away, had to get out of this place. She had to get away from the wrongness, from the thing that was not meant to be seen, not meant to be heard. She ran, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She ran until her lungs burned, until her legs ached, until she could run no more. She collapsed on the ground, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked up at the sky, at the stars that seemed to shine too brightly, at the moon that seemed to glow too brightly. She looked around, at the trees that seemed to lean in towards her, at the shadows that seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. She was still here, she realized. She was still in this place, this wrong place. She was still in the grove, still in the darkness. She was still not safe. She was still not alone. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She turned, her eyes scanning the darkness, her ears straining to hear any sound, any whisper, any voice that was not meant to be heard. She took a step forward, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't know where she was going, didn't know where she was. All she knew was that she had to get out of here, had to get away from this place. She had to get away from the wrongness, from the thing that was not meant to be seen, not meant to be heard. She walked, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a place where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a place where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes scanning the darkness, her ears straining to hear any sound, any whisper, any voice that was not meant to be heard. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She took a step forward, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't know where she was going, didn't know where she was. All she knew was that she had to get out of here, had to get away from this place. She had to get away from the wrongness, from the thing that was not meant to be seen, not meant to be heard. She walked, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a figure, a figure that was not quite a figure. It was tall and gaunt, its limbs too long, its fingers too numerous. It was a figure that was not meant to be seen, not meant to be heard. It was a figure that was not meant to be here. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the figure, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The figure looked back, its eyes glowing with a light that was not quite light, a light that was not meant to be seen. It took a step forward, its limbs moving in a way that was not quite right, in a way that was not meant to be. She took a step back, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The figure took a step forward, its limbs moving in a way that was not quite right, in a way that was not meant to be. She took another step back, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The figure took another step forward, its limbs moving in a way that was not quite right, in a way that was not meant to be. She turned and ran, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The figure followed, its limbs moving in a way that was not quite right, in a way that was not meant to be. She ran faster, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She ran until she burst out of the grove, the ancient oak standing stones looming behind her. She turned, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The figure was gone. The grove was silent, the trees still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a road, a road that was not quite a road. It was a road that seemed to stretch on forever, a road that seemed to lead nowhere. She walked along the road, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a house, a house that was not quite a house. It was a house that seemed to lean in towards her, a house that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the house, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The house looked back, its windows glowing with a light that was not quite light, a light that was not meant to be seen. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the door, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The door was closed, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked up to the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked into the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the flat, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The flat was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was safe now, she told herself. She was out of the grove, out of the darkness. She was safe. But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't true. She could still feel it, could still sense it. The wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. It was still there, still watching, still waiting. She turned and walked away, her heart still pounding, her breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. She didn't look back. She didn't dare. She knew that if she did, she would see it, would see the figure, would see the wrongness of this place, the wrongness of this thing. And she knew that if she saw it, she would never be able to unsee it. She would never be able to forget. She walked into her bedroom, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to her bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She sat down on the bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked at the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The window was dark, the night outside silent, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She stood up, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the hall, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the living room, the living room that was not quite a living room. It was a living room that seemed to lean in towards her, a living room that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked into the living room, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around the room, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She walked over to the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked out the window, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The night was dark, the sky silent, the stars shining too brightly, the moon glowing too brightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned away from the window, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked over to the door, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She opened the door, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked out of the flat, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She walked down the stairs, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the street, the street that was not quite a street. It was a street that seemed to lean in towards her, a street that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She walked along the street, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a car, a car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a park, a park that was not quite a park. It was a park that seemed to lean in towards her, a park that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a grove, a grove that was not quite a grove. It was a grove that seemed to lean in towards her, a grove that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked into the grove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to a clearing, a clearing that was not quite a clearing. It was a clearing where the trees seemed to lean in towards her, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist at the edges of her vision. It was a clearing where the air seemed to hum, where the ground seemed to pulse, where the very fabric of reality seemed to be stretched thin. She stopped, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked around, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The clearing was silent, the air still, the shadows unmoving. But she knew it was still there, still watching, still waiting. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to get out of here, she told herself. She had to get away from this place, from this thing. She had to get back to the world she knew, the world that was right, the world that was safe. She turned and walked away, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She walked until she came to the car, the car that was not quite a car. It was a car that seemed to hum, to pulse, to vibrate with a wrongness that she could feel in her very bones. She got into the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She started the engine, the sound echoing through the night, the sound that was not quite a sound. She drove, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She drove until she came to a city, a city that was not quite a city. It was a city that seemed to lean in towards her, a city that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She drove until she came to a flat, a flat that was not quite a flat. It was a flat that seemed to lean in towards her, a flat that seemed to watch her, to wait for her. She stopped the car, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She got out of the car, her heart pounding, her