[He has no proof and all he can really do is sit and think about this for hours on end, anything to stop focusing on the maddening images that seemed to dance in front of him. Maybe it was easier to assume that this place was out to get them or someone who ran this was tormenting them.
It made sense of the chaos, otherwise...they'd have nothing.]
You know if you close your eyes for a few minutes. When you open, it's gone. The hands never touch you and they never seem to touch anyone else. They always look like they will.
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[He has no proof and all he can really do is sit and think about this for hours on end, anything to stop focusing on the maddening images that seemed to dance in front of him. Maybe it was easier to assume that this place was out to get them or someone who ran this was tormenting them.
It made sense of the chaos, otherwise...they'd have nothing.]
You know if you close your eyes for a few minutes. When you open, it's gone. The hands never touch you and they never seem to touch anyone else. They always look like they will.