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[You can see something in the corner of your eye, but when you turn, nothing is there. You hear the snip snap snip of scissors behind you, but when you turn, the hall is empty. You know you are being watched, but there's no one there to watch you.
Sometimes it's passing: maybe you'll feel a brush of cool metal against the back of your neck or your fingers, but then its gone, and you're alone again, free to carry on. Sometimes it's worse.
The scissors might bite down a little, leave twin trailing scratches. If you run, you may escape - but the scissor man knows how to stalk his prey. But worst of all, when you know nothing can save you, you might hear his voice in your ear:]
Have you been a good boy? Have you been a good girl?
Sometimes it's passing: maybe you'll feel a brush of cool metal against the back of your neck or your fingers, but then its gone, and you're alone again, free to carry on. Sometimes it's worse.
The scissors might bite down a little, leave twin trailing scratches. If you run, you may escape - but the scissor man knows how to stalk his prey. But worst of all, when you know nothing can save you, you might hear his voice in your ear:]
Have you been a good boy? Have you been a good girl?
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