The Backward Turn

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I saw someone standing at the end of the dark hallway.

He had my height. He had my silhouette.
He was standing facing the wall, completely motionless.

When I took a step forward,
his head snapped around backward with a sickening crack —
and smiled with a jaw that unhinged down to his chest.


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