A mirror hung above my bed. In the same place I swore a painting had sat only a few hours earlier. A watercolor of a gangly women draped in black. Like a female Slender Man hunched over with her thick dark hair reaching her ankles.
“I said no, she kept going, it hurt.”
Three years. Three years of hand holding and beer drinking and the best sex I’ve ever had before the blood, the bruises, the beginning of a nightmare.
It was a special Halloween treat for fans!
“Flip-flop, flip-flop, flip-flop, walking toward my door.”
There’s something about these videos (all roughly 7 minutes long) that I find pretty unsettling.
The eeriness began as soon as dusk hit. I was reading a book in the living room when I heard laughter coming from outside.
I got a haunted doll in the mail today. If only I could find where she ran off too…