I Found An Old Diary In The Attic Of My New House Which I Never Should Have Read
They eat my hair in my dreams. I feel their slobbery mouths closing around my head and sucking on my hair. The crawling one holds me down with its snaky arms. Sometimes they will start growing hair from their bodies when they eat it. The hair is the same color as mine, blonde.
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