I play with the fire... The candle is losing its light. My thoughts are lost too... Fear? Playfulness? Idle? Well... I am lost. PERIOD. Only three days ago, I began reading the book, ‘Ghost Stories’. I can see shadows running… Someone just told me they saw Jackson’s too… True? I don’t want to know…
Darkness, the sole noun which sends a chill down my spine. I refuse to get up and move an inch. I stay put.
Shadows again… This time they talk… to me… They’ve turned on the music…I decide to counter them… Yes, I will, this time…the candle goes off…
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