'Oh, so you're nearly seeing things, are you?'
Haunted corridor again last night. It's still like walking into a Kubrick film.
I wondered, while I vaccuumed, if the oppressive feeling wasn't down to the lighting and décor more than anything else, but when my brain mulled this over and supplied me with a vivid picture of the place with the roof burned off and the rain blowing in and the birds still too afraid to land there, I had to concede it was probably something else.
I wonder if the artist of those awful 70s prints on the wall ever wakes up with a start in the middle of the night, and has to turn the lights on and play the radio for company. I hope so. It seems only fair.
I wondered, while I vaccuumed, if the oppressive feeling wasn't down to the lighting and décor more than anything else, but when my brain mulled this over and supplied me with a vivid picture of the place with the roof burned off and the rain blowing in and the birds still too afraid to land there, I had to concede it was probably something else.
I wonder if the artist of those awful 70s prints on the wall ever wakes up with a start in the middle of the night, and has to turn the lights on and play the radio for company. I hope so. It seems only fair.