next time a stranger tells you that youre familiar and youve met before they just cant remember where just clear your throat and tell them do you watch porn?
Sensitive to spirits. Huh. I dunno, Blondie. Never been that way before. S’pose the house has something t’do with it? Not that I mind, really. So long as I don’t see another one dripping all over my bedsheets while I’m trying t’get some sleep.
Could be neither. Who knows? I haven’t made up my mind about bein’ nice yet. Plump, obsidian-painted lips form a wide, taunting grin. Y’been holding the fort down for me?
Yeah… people say this place is haunted. I could tell you some stories. Wouldn’t want you to get too scared, though…especially since you’ve had a recent stay in the nuthouse.
Not that I haven’t seen a therapist myself, but I’ve never been to an institution. Always sort of wanted to go to one.
The cheshire smirk returned to his lips as she continued feigning her feelings. He looked down, before his gaze returned to hers. “Something like that. Hope you don’t mind,” he said, more of an answer than a question.
People. Bloody people. Assumed to be DOA people. Either I had a sixth sense or somethin’ wasn’t quite right with the wiring up top.
The very corners of Lou’s lips begin to curl, though they form a tight line as soon as they threaten to spread too wide.
Ah, good t’know. I, uh, I missed you too. Kinda. Maybe.
That doesn’t sound crazy at all. There’s plenty of people that are sensitive to spirits.
Kinda? Maybe? Which is it, Lou? he asked with a knowing grin.
"The Raven" (1915) - Charles Brabin
Well, when y’start seein’ freaky little snapshots of things, it gets t’be pretty unnerving, y’know? Did y’miss me, blondie?
I might’ve missed you.
Snapshots? Explain these snapshots to me.
Are you kidding me? I didn’t even notice you were gone.
Of course I missed you. I don’t give a shit what happens to a lot of people, but you don’t fall in that category.
A stint a padded room really loosens a gal up.
If you thought you were crazy, all you had to do was ask me. No shrink needed.
I didn’t know where you went. I was freaked there for awhile. Thought you’d absorbed into the walls or something.
#SPANK #filthy little fucker!