in the middle of the night
miss southpaw
the real and the unreal seem as one. Sounds become distorted, amplified, unearthly. Shadows seem to move across the room; the house starts to breathe. Night creatures fight strangle battles in the gladiatorial arena of your garden. And in your bedroom, you lie, wondering if that draught of air across your face was something dreadful passing by.
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