Freddy Cabrera
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The Devil Watches over Me
Every night for as long as I could remember, I always knew there was something watching me from the shadows and the corners of my room. It has always been a disturbing feeling yet over time I became used to it. I can't call it my guardian angel because it wasn't. Even though it watched over me 24 hours of the day, it wasn't there to protect me. If it was there to protect me, then it would keep my nightmares away from me. Those nightmares would get worse and worse over the years of my childhood. The worst one I can remember was always of me standing face to face with the Devil. It was always the same dream, we just glared at each other. He looked at me with pure hatred and I looked at him with rage and fear. It always felt like he took something from me and that was something that I would not understand until recently.
By Freddy Cabrera6 years ago in Horror