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I Don’t Remember…

Run run run…

I suppose it was only a matter of time before my choice of apartments caught up with me. Loner Lane gets creepy at night. Well, creepyER…

I’d been working late fixing a broken gearbox. I was tired, and I decided I’d take a shortcut, past the graveyard. I knew I was almost home.

I… can’t quite remember what happened after that. There was a shape set against the gaslight. I remember trying to run. Something made a noise. Then pain.

Then I found myself back home, looking at my reflection in a mirror. Was it all a dream?

I just… can’t remember…

The wounds healed quickly. But for some reason, I’m still worried…
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    • Marco Cabot Marco Cabot Post author | November 9, 2019

      Worse yet, I have this sudden craving for meat. And I don’t eat meat!

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