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I can’t stop him from coming to see me. However much I pray, I plead, I beg and I believe, he comes. Sometimes I know he’s coming. There’s the shiver of the back, the creeping dread, the sixth sense that says he’s around, although I can’t see him. Other times, I get no warning. He just appears next to me, whispering foul things into my ear. You’re not good...