It's her again, Travis thought to himself as he lied in bed, pulling the covers closer to his face to hide. Why is he so frightened of her? He's supposed to be one of the tough ones. He's on the football team and was on the basketball team. But this girl was terrifying. Travis knew she was in the room. He couldn't see her, but he sensed her. Looking at his night stand alarm clock it read 2:55 a.m. She would be appearing in the dark corner behind his door just staring at him. He was always afraid to stare as well as afraid to turn his back. Travis continued watching the dark. Waiting. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier. If his mother was in the hall she would probably hear. Stop it, Travis, obviously she's not hurting you, Travis thought, Yeah, but why is she here? Travis felt a drop of sweat glide down his forehead. It annoyed him, he wiped it away with his hand, then he stopped. He thought he had heard something. Looking around his room, there was not...
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