It happened two days before Christmas. I had not known what fear really meant until then. It was as though the veil was torn, I looked into its eyes and I saw the dark abyss that threatened to suck me into oblivion.

Its teeth were blood red, like the clotted blood dripping from the neck of a slaughtered animal.

With a smirk on its lips, it gazed at me, fascination evident in its body language

Why?! I asked, tears streaming, teeth chattering.

It had no reply, no words were said. Its lips opened wider in a grimacing smile, the death in its eyes made clear.

Why?! I asked again. Although it said nothing, its response was crystal clear.

“Because you are one of the unlucky few.”

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