darkness engulfing a peculiar building in front of cliffs in a valley. solar powered christmas lights dangling in the invisible wind. house once run by child molesters, kept safe under the catholic wing. now long after their expiration, transitioning into a loving home. on top of the rock behind the house, a giant cross against the sky. windows all around the house, no drapes. who's watching? circling the house and maybe sticking a hand in the one kept open for the cats to get in or out. the walls heavily paneled as are the ceilings and floor. a huge part of the house is being worked on. the upper level closed off by a wire string holding the door back, slightly ajar. before the cats came, you could hear herds of mice scurrying across the ceiling above you. every room featuring a different wallpaper psychedelia.
slightly nervous about spending a night since the last time. make that six nights. all alone in the middle of practically nowhere. what happened last time was when sleeping in the communal hall of the house, waking up in the middle of the night to being pulled out of the body to the foot of the bed. and sensing something very evil entering or possessing, if you will. the room shaking and feeling that evil entity overtaking and strangling. couldn't remember that at first when waking up but feeling inexplicably tired the day after. like battered.
was it a dream in the in between or a message ? they say people who had invisible friends in their childhood are...sensitive. i sure as fuck had one.
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