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Likes: Meatloaf, Kind people, dark places, cooking, kids and pups, romance novels.
Dislikes: Rude humor, mean people, loud noises, horror films, crowds and blazing lights. Mate: None :( straight Offspring: None :( Perhaps there are times when you feel your skin tingling and your hair rising. When the back of your neck suddenly feels so naked, so exposed. When you feel that someone is watching you, right behind you, but when you turn around, you are all alone. When you have a deep sense of unease, of foreboding. As if there are unknown and unseen terrors ahead of you, which you cannot quite fathom. In all these times, it is Goosebumps that you sense. His footsteps are softer than a whisper and lighter than a feather, so you do not hear him. He is a master of the night, slipping in and out of dark hiding places, lithe and nimble, so you do not see him. He seems half real, half specter, both flesh-and-blood and mist-and-shadows, so you do not touch him. But he is there, and he is real. And he knows. He knows that he strikes fear into people's hearts, that he makes their hearts thud and their feet want to flee. He knows, and - in his shadowy lairs - he weeps for it. Sometimes, he longs for a friend. One he would not bring pain and despair to. One he will not hurt. A fellow wraith, a fellow being, a fellow companion. One who, perhaps, would not get goosebumps. Written by Tar #1249086 |