Alexander sat in his office completely silent, he wasn't writing but his quill was in his hand, ready as if he was about to start, he wasn't blinking, only breathing. A look of horror on his face as he glanced at one of his shoulders like it was speaking to him.
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He started to breathe quicker and his quill snapped in his fingers and his pupils shrank. He clenched his teeth and he shut his eyes tightly. Next before he knew it he opened his eyes and he looked up at you, confused and scared, unsure of what happened or how it happened.

"I think I'm loosing my mind....." He said quietly, the broken quill from what he imagined was physically in his hand, so was it a dream? Or was his mind playing tricks on him?