She comes at night. She knows that she would too exposed in the bright light of the sun.
She whispers dark things. She knows too much about me and my dreams.
Maybe I could sage the house. Maybe I could hang garlic in the windows, but would they protect me from the nightmares and the dark dreams?
How do you protect yourself from a figment?
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