The windy corridor

I passed the doors,

the winding hallway,

I turned to see,

no one standing,

right behind me.

I was alone,

I thought I was.

I heard them.

They stomped near me.

I saw no one.

I heard the whispers.

The footsteps, stomping.

It was you looking for me.

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