I’m pretty sure it’s watching me. Even from across the room it knows I’m scared, knows it has the upper hand. Moving any closer would be completely insane. I’m staying right here and that’s final. I don’t care what my parents are saying, something’s not right with the water. Besides, they’ve been acting strange lately. Ever since, well ever since they drank that…stuff. There’re no other words for it. It’s stuff. I can hear the almost hypnotic voice of my mother in my head. Gloopy, gluey and good for you. That’s what she would say. I’m not convinced.
"Classic"
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