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!
Hayden isn’t trying to manipulate me. She has been through a lot of shit, you know? Yeah- boo hoo my poor mother. She first got raped by a teen in a rubber suit and got knocked up with his fucking baby and after that she got a psychotic dead bitch following her around the house- trying to steal her man for the second time. Damn, she had a tough fucking life. Fine- oh and by the way, I gave the boys permission to sleep in my bedroom with you. I’m going to bunk with Hayden.
You’re so naive, Vi. Do you hear yourself? You sound like the cocaine whore trying to stick up for one of her bitch-fisted friends.
You did what?
You’d rather sleep with Hayden than me? Are you turning lesbian on me or something?
I’m not sleeping in a pile with a bunch of guys. I’m not a queer. I don’t need sleep anyway.
We should burn it down.
What are we burning down?