"The Breathing Specter"

#0078. I don't want to open my eyes. She is waiting for me. She is always there waiting for me. She exists between spaces. I can feel her breath on my face. There is a chill to it. She is a breathing specter. She wants me to look into her eyes but I refuse to open mine. I can feel her moving closer. She is always drawing closer. I won't open my eyes. That won't keep her at bay.