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Old Scratch – Day Six
I got it! That son of a bitch thought I couldn’t, but I got it! Last night’s dream, or journey, or whatever it was, I finally beat him! You should have seen his face. Torn up and twisted by grief. I was the one laughing, and it felt amazing. It all started the same. I…
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Old Scratch – Day Five
Tonight, when I go to sleep, I am going to take the lantern from him. I don’t know how, but I think if I do, something will change. I got so close last night. Last night’s dream was the same, for the most part. I’m not even sure they are dreams anymore, it’s like he…
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Old Scratch – Day Four
I finally succumbed to sleep last night. I don’t really remember falling asleep, but the second I saw the familiar light up ahead, I knew it had happened. There was no laughter last night, just his breath, ragged and almost excited. Every now and again, those words. “Little fawn…” I just looked straight ahead. I…
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Old Scratch – Day Three
I didn’t sleep last night. I couldn’t face it. Hourly coffees, keeping all the lights on. I’m exhausted, but it’s worth it not to see him. It didn’t make a difference. He was here. It was around 3AM. I was trying to keep myself, in the kitchen, making another coffee. The slow rumble of the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 