The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Amy was traveling the East Coast and was visiting the Free Library when I talked to her.  She was there with two of her friends and was unsure of what story to tell me at first.  After talking for a little while, she mentioned how she was afraid of Creepers because her mom would constantly warn her about strange people who might try to do her harm.

I sat down in front of the TV, after closing all of the windows and shutting all of the blinds in my house, with a slight sense of relief and calmness.  I didn’t really enjoy being alone in my apartment at night, but I didn’t really have a choice in the matter—my roommate was away for the weekend.  I know some people might have diagnosed me as being paranoid but I couldn’t help it.  It was all my mother’s fault.

Growing up she would constantly tell me “there’s always bad people out there,” or “make sure you’re always looking around.”  And after a few years of continually hearing these warnings flow out of my mother’s mouth I created a name for these people.  Creepers.  They were the only thing I could think about as I sat, alone, in my apartment.  Of course my life didn’t revolve around theses Creepers.  I liked traveling and doing things not many paranoid people would have the ability to do, but the thought of them did make me look out my window for the hundredth time before I finally stopped myself and turned my attention to the TV.

After a few peaceful minutes of watching TV though I heard a sound come from my steps.  I could make out a thud, thud, thud as someone mounted the steps that led to my front door and made his way up.  My breath hitched for a second as I continued to listen to the sounds coming from only a few feet away.  I silenced the TV but couldn’t manage to do the same with my heart.  I wasn’t expecting anyone and my friends would always text me before coming over.  Plus it was late at night.  A few seconds later, a heavy hand knocked on my door.  Would a Creeper knock?  I didn’t know.  But I sure as hell didn’t risk opening the door.  

Creepers

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Amy was traveling the East Coast and was visiting the Free Library when I talked to her. She was there with two of her friends and was unsure of what story to tell me at first. After talking for a little while, she mentioned how she was afraid of Creepers because her mom would constantly warn her about strange people who might try to do her harm.

Decade: 2010s
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Recorded by Derya Yilmaz on April 28, 2014
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