The Horde of St. Margarets
I write this with some trepidation. It is not with ease that I can bring myself to describe the horror that awaits me, but I fear I must do so, as to warn others of the fate which I am now doomed. It was an inadvertant slip of the mind that allowed them in to my abode, and now I fear there is no way of ridding myself of them.
Even now they lurk on the edge of my hearing. An incessant buzzing from myriad tiny wings, wings which are paired with a relentles, unwavering desire for blood. Human blood. I fear to look over my shoulder, lest my resolve to convey this terror wavers and my mind slips into a peril from which it may not return. Thus I warn whoever this may reach: Always close your curtains at night, particularly when your window is opened to catch what breeze there may be, or you may find yourself waking up in the morning covered in tiny, itching sores where the swarm of Mosquitos has feasted on your slumbering form.
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