The nightmares come at last

[aciel]

"He escaped," Marsha told me. "The police think he's in the neighborhood. We're to keep the door locked." He hadn't died after all, and now he was outside somewhere. The horror that everyone had incorrectly believed Will Morva to be, now real. I looked outside the window. The sky was the color of cream gone bad, an ominous yellow; a storm was

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[stolen_thoughts]

oy. that nightmare is... horrific. hence the title nightmare, i suppose.