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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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Old Scratch – Day One
This will sound mad. I know it does, but I have to tell someone. There are scratches up and down my legs. I sleep alone, and have no pets, so I’ve no idea where they came from. This has happened every night for a week, so I’m writing it down now. I don’t really know…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 