A few nights before I left for the summer I woke up in the middle of the night in my apartment, and I felt like someone was drawing a feather quickly up my forearm, so I drew my arm out of the blanket and that sensation was still there, so I brushed my arm quickly, and it was gone.
Then, I turned on the light, and nothing was there.
And then, I shook my blankets, and a small-to-medium silverfish ran out and across the carpet and under the coffee table and then the couch.
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They love you. You are the silverfish god!
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