i used to always see dark creatures in my old house, there was at least 20. whenever they we're around i wouldn't be able to move or breath, sometimes i would be able to move but not often. other then that they wouldn't really bother me untill one day. The shadows started getting aggressive and would attack me, there was one under my bed that would always grab my leg and trip me, another one threw things at me and scratched my arms, and a different one would scream at me when i tried to sleep. I couldn't handle it there were so many of them. there was at least two in every room. i hated it i couldn't sleep, infact i couldn't really even function. i couldn't go one day without getting attacked by one it was agony.

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