“He’s coming”

He’s coming for me.

I know he is.

I can hear him.

Outside my door.

He’s standing there, waiting.

Waiting for me.

For me to come out and meet him.

I don’t want to.

I won’t come out.

I can hear him moving.

Coming closer to the door.

My door.

He’s coming for me.

He’s coming inside.

I have to leave.

Now, before it’s too late.

I have to leave.

He’s trying to break the door down.

Soon I will be out of time.

I have to leave.

Right now.

Before it’s too late.

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