Personal Narrative: The Silhouette Of Young Women

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As I open my eyes, an overwhelming anxiety floods through my veins. Paralyzed unable to bat a single eyelash, I move my eyes throughout the room. The mirror in the corner of the bedroom was luminescent from the crescent clear moon outside. As my eyes circled back to the mirror, the silhouette of a young women began to appear along with a cold breeze bringing shivers up and down my spine. She began approaching my bedside , one hand extended towards me, unable to see her face. I began screaming yearning for someone to hear my pleas for help. The sound of my own screams inside my head began to make my hands and feet clammy. As the silhouette reached out and brushed her hand along my cheek I felt the heat leave my body instantaneously. She has
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