EPTIt watches.
For six months it has followed me as a shadow does. For six months it has condemned me to despair, appearing wherever I do.
It waits.
I fear madness will overtake me. This curse is too much to bear. The terror is indescribable. I doubt tha —
NO! IT'S HERE!
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Fuck this shit. My stepsister is a gigantic Justin Bieber fangirl, and she brought that cardboard cutout of the singer home when she returned from a concert half a year ago. Since then, she's kinda forgotten about it, but my brother found a use for it. He places it in spots that I wouldn't expect it to be in, and since it's fairly lifelike, it tends to creep me the fuck out.
Getting a snack from the pantry? Justin's waiting.
Taking a shit? So is he.
Waking up at 3 AM for whatever reason? Not without Bieber standing in front of your bed.
I really want to destroy the piece of crap, but even though my stepsister doesn't care about the cutout (she keeps it in her closet!), she's loathe to part with it. I'm not sure how to make this shit stop, but I fear my sanity will go before Bieber does.
