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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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Old Scratch – Day Two
I wore gloves to bed last night. I wanted to be sure my nails were not responsible. Last night, he spoke. It was the same, at first. The corridor, drowned in darkness, except the distant, flickering light. The glacial air whipping all around me, the tell tale crunch of the floor I couldn’t bare to…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 