“Chatter and screeching, Chatter and screeching ! ! Does my soul not deserve rest !” My voice finds an echo.
A cracked door cast a net of light. I feel like the dead reloading to heave files of haunting back at them. I can see then losing parts of their anatomy viciously.
“I need sleep! Damn it.” I feel better.
I’m told to shut the hell up, it’s a slumber party. And I’m not part of it.
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