#will smile

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It tormented nature like it would our homes. It’d laugh, smearing blood on our walls and windows, dancing and breaking our glass with no regard but it’s morbid entertainment. It’d ask us irrelevant questions of the weather and our moods, poking us, scratching at our mental state to the edge of management. It’d crawl on two legs, sometimes six or more, it’s face a combination of a blank slate with empty eyes to fangs and gums overlapping the next. We’ve shot it, we’ve shouted at it, we’ve pleaded and even prayed. All the same, it picked us off, reminding us that we weren’t in the midst of a normal, controllable situation, but rather the work of something so inherently ingrained in inflicting pain by every viable meaning of the word.