Chapter Sixteen: "“I tried just laying there with my eyes closed. Even counted sheep for awhile. Can you believe that? Just pictured them hopping over a white fence, but after awhile each one started looking sicker. Patches of wool missing, frail. Others had broken limbs or were missing them all together.

They stopped jumping and watched me through the fence, like they were waiting. And I knew what they were waiting for—for me to come and put them all down. I couldn’t help it. Someone was inserting these images in my mind. 

The harder I fought, the worse they got. More vivid. So, I slipped outside."

Remember, there are two types of people in this world.
The Haunters and the Haunted.
Which one are you?

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