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It was a cold night—the type of chill that sunk into your skin, lay dormant for a while, then started scraping against your bones like chalkboard fingernails.
Winter was out there, lurking around in the shadows,
Of course, a well-adjusted individual would’ve simply told him no. But self-destructive people-pleasing was another of Eve’s plentiful idiosyncrasies.She had a crippling fear of disappointing anyone, even complete strangers—even people she disliked.
Once you let them in, Mo whispered, they’ll never leave.
Apparently, some parts of the church deemed mismatched eyes a curse. As Charlie once said: “Don’t understand something? Witchcraft.”
Sometimes it was easier just to tear it all down, start from scratch.
She could almost feel it, hear it—rushing from the darkness below, breathing at her heels, giddy with evil intent.
But Shylo didn’t look back; she kept her eyes fixed on the basement door.
“The more dramatic our response,” he said, “the longer she stays hidden.”
In times of stress, take mental notes of your environment, your senses. Stay focused on the present moment.
Don’t like someone? Tell them to fuck off.
Little goblins that would scream and cry and embarrass her like unruly brats at a Denny’s.
like staying in an obviously doomed marriage because, hey, maybe things will turn around eventually.
Always felt this nagging sense of guilt for everything, as if her very existence was a violation of some stone-etched decree.
You sure about that?
Its soft crackling peppered the silence, hypnotic, soothing.
In short, Eve was the type to blame a bump in the night on the Zodiac Killer.
But, in their defense, they hadn’t expected a story about a tragic descent into madness.
Once they’re in, they never leave …
two white flecks in a distant sea of black.
Girlfriend freaking out about a shadow person on the basement stairs? Good fucking night.
It’s proof you’re a sub 70 IQ fucking moron.
The shadowy void engulfed her now, trapping her up here with the vague shapes of old furniture and forgotten relics.
The surrounding woods whispered with the rain-like patter of melting snow.
Above, buzzing lights hummed with the tenor of bloodthirsty mosquitoes.
Leery, Eve drifted forward, her nostrils assaulted by the stench of bleach and cleaning chemicals.
“She’ll warm up to you one of these days.”
Ughhh heartbreakinggg
change is an opportunity in disguise.”
They don’t have any children; they don’t know who you are.
They don’t know you.
Jeg har kontaktet universitetet. De hevder Dr. Erikson aldri har vært ansatt der.
Pasienten fjernet sine egne negler med en tang. Han var overbevist om at hendene hans var blitt byttet ut med (nesten) eksakte kopier. (Jeg har erfart at han etter å ha fjernet neglene forøkte å fjerne sin egen tunge, men mislyktes på grunn av intervensjon.)
