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The clock on the wall read 2:35AM. The door opened

silently as I tried to see in the dark. She

stepped in, approaching slowly. Fear paralyzed. All I could do

was wait as she drew nearer. Her hair reached out,

wrapped itself around my foot, then slithered up my leg.

I wished I had worn clothes, another layer of protection.

She planted her left knee between my legs and I

became enveloped in her hair. It was soft, black, fragrant.

Her face came close to mine. The stench of decay

invaded my nose, lungs, soul while her hair inconspicuously penetrated

every orifice. She became me. I lost my identity. She

got up from the bed, walked over to my mirror

and stared at herself through my eyes. I was lost

to her whims. She put on my clothes and left…