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 The nü Steven King
 | Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
My friend Emily and I decided to have a huge party at her uncle’s farmhouse a few hours from our city. We had to show up a day earlier to clean up the place. The decrepit house looked so worn out and the creaking sound the front door made, when it opens, still makes my skin crawl. The drive up was fun, for the most part, at least before Emily’s aux cord broke and we had to resort to listening to the few radio stations that had reception out there. We settled on this oldies station. It felt like we were leaving our reality and entering this old-fashioned world. The residential houses were soon replaced with large fields and with even more timeworn images; it was like looking into a pages of a Steinbeck novel.
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 | your footsteps footsteps calling out my name [...]
I think I changed my mind about a million times
Oh to run or hide
That first night was when I came face to face with the monster that still haunts me in the darkness. Emily wakes me up in the middle of the night. She’s intelligible and frantic. She drags me out of bed and urges me to put on my shoes. She faintly whispers:
“we have to get out of here. There’s someone in the house.”
As we make our way downstairs and out the door; we hear footsteps.
“we can’t-t let him see us” Emily manages to muster.
I still can’t see him, but with its every step, I hear, I can feel it getting closer. Emily dashes towards the door, while I stand there paralyzed with fear. A large male figure runs behind her before she can reach for the door. I hear Emily’s bloody scream followed the sound of metal cutting through skin. I look away. Again, I am left unable to move. In the back of my mind I can faintly hear a command. It gets louder.
“run. Run. RUN!”
I run towards the back door. I can feel his eyes burn through my back, but I still manage to keep my legs moving. All I can do is find a place to hide and hope I can keep moving without him noticing. I find some refuge behind the barn next to the old farmhouse.
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Darling, what's your name and can you hear me?
Tell me why you're out so late alone
I make sure to keep my back against the barn wall and inch closer and closer to the old corn stalks that can shield me, while I head towards the main road. The minutes or hours it takes for me to finally reach those stalks is never ending. I stand there feeling isolated. Knowing any sound, I make will expose my location, then it won’t matter how loud my screams are no one, but the shadow man will hear them. I sprint towards the stalks use every last bit of energy, I have, to make it to the road as quickly as I can. I walked for hours and no cars drove by. I never looked back, because I knew as soon as I did the fear would leave me immobilized. At dusk a silver pickup stops a few feet away from me. The passenger door opens. I walk up and a man asks me what I’m doing on this road all alone. I tell him I’m heading home and he offers me a ride to a small town a few miles down the road…
The metal wraps itself around your bones
And when it penetrates you, it feels cold
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