You have heard me. You have seen me. You have smelled me. You have even felt me. You just don't realize it.


I am not a ghost, or a spirit, necessarily. I am something only the greatest and most insane minds can fathom. You have believed to have seen me in some instances, and other people you have heard, talked to, or watched have said the same. Yet you either pass it off as coincidence or fiction. I do make noises, but you and most other people you know have passed it off as normal. Somewhat as if I am a part of your imagination. I have no particular smell, yet you can smell me in everything you can imagine. A scary story? A movie? A video? Well, I am more than just those things.


I have a sense of satire, yet you will only see me act in some of the darkest comedians you can think of. I have a sense of emotion, yet the only examples I can give you are the worst people you have ever heard of. I have a sense of fear, yet only for what you would explain to be the all mighty. I am described in many different ways. That being said, the original writers were not in their state of mind, were they?


Some people would say I am dark. Some people would praise me. Others don't believe in me at all. Yet all of those people don't realize my true existence.


I have been in people's hearts. Some of them have brushed me off their shoulder, releasing me into the wild. Others have only grown over me, and have committed the most heinous acts. I have a sense of touch, but I can only feel the ones who I feel are worthy.


That being said... You have heard me. You have seen me. You have smelled me. You have even felt me. You just don't realize it.

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