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Old Scratch – Day Eight
He took me home. I must have fallen asleep, in the end. My eyes had felt heavy, and I’d close them for a second, just one peaceful second, before I’d open them. I must have tried it one too many times, because when I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in my room anymore. I was…
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Old Scratch – Day Seven
I haven’t slept, but that didn’t stop him. I think taking the lantern was a mistake. I am so tired, and he won’t leave me alone. I’m back on the coffee again, keeping all the lights on, and every now and again, I’ll see the endless shadow of his hat, or hear his shallow, scratchy…
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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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Sincerely, Jennifer x 