Haven't you seen the movies? Don't you know how this ends? If only you could answer me I would feel braver. I can feel the trembling in my fingers the icy cold damp of fear running down my back. Why do I have to do this? Can't I just close my eyes and wish the sound away?
‘Hello!’ Still nothing just that door calling me closer with each bang.
The phone is lying on the table next to the kitchen door; the image of the person on the other end laughing makes me decide against calling 911. I hold the phone up over my head as I enter the kitchen.
It's been a few weeks since he wrote this. Oops! I'll try follow on today.
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A blog for me to write poems and prose. By myself, in relay with my friends. Whatever it takes my fancy to write.
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