Look behind you.
There is a trail of red.
Is it blood? Probably.
Your blood? Uncertain.
It it always behind you.
Directly behind you.
Ever think there's someone in the room with you?
Ever think you're in danger?
Hold a small mirror just over your shoulder.
You'll see she's been dragging her legless body behind you.
She's always been behind you.
She can't bear to let you go.
You should have buried her deeper.
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