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December 5, 2007
I walked into work early this morning. The building was dark and empty. Instantly I began to imagine. What if someone had been locked in? What if I wasnít alone? I conjured monsters and dramatic scenarios fit for horror films or soap operas. I thought I felt someone watching me, ominously. I imagined footsteps creeping down the halls.

I know itís just my overactive imagination. It prevents me from focusing, or drives me insane, pestering my mind with ideas that are too quickly forgotten and too slowly executed. It keeps me up at night, thinking over possibilities and what ifs.