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Awakening to the Nightmare

08Apr2019
Something causes me to awaken suddenly in the night.  I become aware of the Candleman whispering unintelligibly in my ear, closer to me than he has ever been before, the light of his soul dazzling in the darkness.  Slowly, my groggy consciousness recognizes a dim glow in a corner of my chamber. The Candleman’s whispers become more urgent, but no more intelligible. I can see the beams of his soul in the lantern of his skull dimming, even as the suffusion of orange light increases next to the coal scuttle.  
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The Host

21Feb2019
I can feel…something.  I awaken from a deep sleep to an uncomfortable sensation, a sort of subcutaneous horripilation, rippling up my right thigh.  There is movement within my leg, as of some sort of wriggling creature. It almost feels as if something were in some fashion swimming in the layer between my muscles and my skin, but without actually parting the tissue.  There is no pain, nor any numbness. Just a feeling of something alien crawling within my body, making its way from my extremities toward my head, my brain. I cannot attempt visual verification of this sensation, as the gas has been shut off and it is sometime past midnight.  Nor do I dare to move my hand to my thigh, to move my nightclothes and attempt to feel this thing with my most sensitive organs of touch. I dare not.
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