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Essay / The Endless Nightmare - 548
“Where am I?” » I exclaimed, yawning and rubbing my sore eyes. For a moment I feel completely dislocated, I don't know where I am. I look around, I don't see anything, it's too dark. There are no other sounds; I'm probably alone in this place. “Tap tap tap…”, I hear noise coming from my right, it sounds like someone is walking lightly towards me. It's vague and so faint that I wonder if I'm imagining it. I approach the sound, reach out to where the voice is coming from, maybe I have some company after all, I think. Soon my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness and the sound becomes clearer and clearer. Then I see a doll. The doll remains motionless; tilts its gargantuan head, looking in my direction. She is tall as skyscrapers, with her head almost crushed to the ceiling, her face was very pale, the color of snow, her hair is a chaos, disheveled and tangled. She has everything a doll has: hands, legs, hair, etc. The only thing it lacks is the five sense organs. The doll is chasing me for no reason, and I have no idea how to get rid of it, no idea at this point. ...