![]() ![]() Thank God.I can’t even imagine what would become of me if I had to lie there, watching that robe creep closer and closer, and not have I guess I make some strange sounds when I get that frightened. Right at this point is when Pat wakes up, rolls over, and asks me what’s wrong. So why do I lie there terrified, unable to do anything but breathe, and watch this thing as it creeps ![]() Now, realistically, I know its Pat’s red robe hanging from the door. It’s just Pat’s robe hanging on the door.”īut the other part of my brain is yelling back, just as loud, “It’s coming to get me.” Of course, while all this scaring myself is going on, a part of my brain screams, “Come on. Pounding, unable to breathe, watching her robe, and seeing it move. Her bathrobe is long, red terrycloth, with a hood and a zipper. And the longer and harder you stare at the unknown shape, the more menacing it becomes.Īs for me, my nemesis is my lady’s bathrobe, where she hangs it on the back of our bedroom door. Shape of somebody, or something, silently, secretly watching you. ![]() ![]() A shirt, strewn across the dresser, takes on the And if you lie there long enough, staring, you will see something. Straining, you can’t hear anything but your own raspy breathing. But, as you lay in the dark, eyes and ears Have you ever awoken from a sound sleep, for no reason? Heart pumping, you lay as still as you can, listening, knowing you heard something. ![]()
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