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blurring my vision until all I see is the white blur of the long sheet. Paralyzed in shock, I watch as it inches closer, its steps tentative and unnaturally slow. With each careful movement, a chill spreads through me, and my face pales. I shut my eyes, all my senses screaming in unison, but my voice is snuffed out just like the candle flame. Suddenly, I feel my mind go blank as a tall form presses against me, looming above. A violent tremor rushes through me like an electric shock, and a high s