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I have been stalked for months by a swarm of buzzing flies.
Their compound eyes stare at me, menacingly.
I know they are spies sent to watch me.
Desperation grips me, as it did when my wife complained incessantly.
I need to silence those buzzing sounds, to crush their small bodies to regain peace.
With frantic movements, I start killing them one by one.
Some manage to escape, but I pursue them relentlessly.
I will not rest until I exterminate the last of these vile creatures.
Among the pile of corpses, I glimpse a dark, deformed shadow.
A guttural laugh echoes in my ears.
The flies were only a prelude to a far more sinister threat.