The Domiciles Project



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The eyes are watching me! What the hell is going on? I cannot understand why they are looking at me. Make them stop! Ever since I borrowed that old map and started my trek through the woods, they have been there. Is this going to go on forever? I cannot believe that this is happening to me. What have I done?
I feel like I am in the middle of some endless horror movie that Wes Craven dreamed up. I glance over my shoulder and they are still there! Would it do me any good to run? I think not. All I can do is keep on walking and hope that I get myself to a place of sanctuary. Looking at the map once again, I notice something I did not see before. In the center of the map, I see the exact same thing as I am currently viewing. Have I opened some mysterious portal into an alternate dimension? I close the map and put it back in my knapsack. I look up, and the landscape is back to normal. As I pass by a ranger's station, I place the map in the slot designated for public information. Let them figure it out for themselves...

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