The Watcher wasn’t brilliant or

The Watcher wasn’t brilliant or world-changing, but it wasn’t bad. What surprised me the most was that the damned thing got to me. As I went to sleep in the apartment where I live alone, I decided the darkness was a little too deep, and turned my bedside lamp on low. I then proceeded to fall asleep and have nightmares involving maniacs, sharp items, and body parts. When I finally awoke, sweating, my light was off.

I think I’ll just sit up for a while.

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