A Short

I wake up at 2 am now. I hear the howling wind outside, and I know that I am being summoned.

I creep down the stairs and find my place on the couch. I pull the blankets over me as shields. I am a coward, but a coward with. There is no turning around.



One thought on “A Short

  1. There’s always turning around. God, I hope there’s a chance to turn things around. Also, that eyeball thing you have on the right border really creeped me out. Now I feel I’m being watched…or summoned.


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