Bad Laura

Oh God. Please. Not this day. The mossy ceiling fan slows, and blows the dark down the hall to my room. And I know he is coming again. I've named him Bob, you know. His dark is charmed. Bestial. Always, I cannot move, or even see him through the soot. And he climbs upon me... Continue Reading →

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