all_the_ways_i_am belly fire As I stepped out of the room and turned off the light the strangest thing happened: Just as the dim light poured in from the room behind me I caught a glimpse of my featureless silhouette in the mirror. I froze. I stared at the Me with no eyes, no mouth, no face. I stared harder. Like looking into a well. That feeling again...that pumps my legs up the stairs faster late at night...that pulls my toes away from the edges of my bed...that senses invisible things cutting the air. Fear is like falling. Suddenly I had to tear myself out of the room and distance myself from the black and featureless Me reflection. Some people might dream about all they ways they are, in the places that are here but unseen. Not me - I know there are things waiting in the dark. I have GOT to stop reading Koontz novels. 021126 what's it to you? who go blather from