Oct 27, 2010 17:35
I'm just jotting down a little idea i had today. A summary for a possible story I may write.
"I've always seen things- well, I suppose they were more like shadows, out of the corner of my eyes. But recently, I've been seeing more than just shadows. I'm seeing fully formed figures."
"And how long has this been going on?" Call-me-Clarice, the therapist asked.
"I told you, for as long as I can remember." The shadow that always trailed Clarice was grinning maniacally at me, its eyes narrow slits.
"Uh huh. I see. Is that why you started coming here?"
"You know full well why I'm here. I'm here because I witnessed the slaughter of my entire family, and I'm the only one who is still alive. I'm not stupid." As I talked Clarice's little hanger-on made faces and looked like it was screaming. And... Oh god, I was starting to hear what the thing was saying too.
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