**The lights flicker.**

Dread coats me like snow in winter.

The wood gives me a blister.

I stare back at it from my hotel room in the valley.

**I turn around.**

The cars race in their rally.

I see the black shadowy figure loom above me like a tower.

I walk to the bathroom to take an icy cold shower.

**I see the red.**

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