The hands had freaked Jane out a lot at first, to be honest. For all of Lawndale's weirdness, disembodied hands were not part of it ( Read more... )

The problem began in that Jane still used a stereo with CD's. She'd yet to upgrade to one of those newfangled MP3 players, which she had been perfectly fine with until times like now, when the CD ran out and she decided she needed some kind of noise to go along with the sketching she was doing. Sitting cross-legged on her bed, she was glad the ( Read more... )

Jane was almost done with her classes, she was waiting for the call anyday from her mom telling her it was okay to come home for fall (okay, she knew her mom would never remember to call, so she'd started calling every hour at different times of day to try and get a hold of her), and she didn't have much longer in a dorm room all by herself this ( Read more... )

If anything weird was going on, Jane had yet to notice it. She'd just closed herself off in her alcove and was hanging out on her bed with a sketchbook, headphones, and Twizzlers because she was hilarious and don't you tell her otherwize ( Read more... )

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