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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience .
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shrill. shrieking into the night air, animal mouth parting to yell out to him. Scurrying forward with inhuman speed, thin body carried by thin legs. It swipes at him again, barely catching skin.
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Scuttling across the floor.
maybe one of his stupid roommates, then. jeremy forgets the window, leaving it open to turn away and tread down the hall. ‘shut up.’ he croaks. ‘trying to sleep.’
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No lamps. No lights. The only thing illuminating this forest is the glow of the moon and whatever source Alex brings along with him. If any at all. Quiet. Crickets. Rustling of leaves and grass.
He didn’t know when he’d come to the forest. It was quiet. Cold. And difficult to navigate. His head swam. Eyes, darting this way and that, searching for … well, he had no idea. …
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well. It’s on the roof now. Searching for a chimney.
[She took a deep breath, stepping away.] "Go lock the windows and doors, Alex. You'll be fine. Everything will be okay."
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@ThePanicProxy . Something goes into the garbage cans at night. Rummages around. Searches. Hungers.
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@TimTamWright . It wants him. For whatever reason, they don’t know. But It is wants Tim Wright. So Tim Wright it’ll get. Where is he now.
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@BloodyEvergreen . The night air fills with the smell of copper. They’ve caught something, and now they eat. It doesn’t occur to them someone could stumble by. Not yet.
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Something climbs up past the window. A flurry of white skin and what look to be paws past by, until it reaches the roof.
". . ." [She peered through the curtain, hesitant to look out the window.]
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Good boy. It leaps at him, body unnaturally thin. Unnaturally long. Unnaturally fast. White enough to shine pearlescent in the moonlight above. To blind anyone close enough. The tag on their ear sways in the wind. #6. #6 brings down their wrath unto their prey. Slicing fat +
All of his body hair was standing up. Whatever was hunting him was getting closer and closer. When he was grabbed he screamed and he jerked his body away. This caused him to loose his footing, throwing himself off balance and falling toward the ground.
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strips into his chest.
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Once the window opens, the cold night air rushes in. Try as he might, but the branch is the only thing his hand can meet. The tapping gets louder. Until the stairs creak. Footsteps. They were footsteps.
Replying to @darklydowns
- trying to crack at the stupid thing.
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Dragging, creating zagging motions against the pane. It shrieks as the wood scrapes down, to the wooden ledge. tap. tap. the tapping doesn’t stop. Even when the branch gets caught on the windows catch. It’s not the branch
it is just a branch, then. aggressive, despite the calm day it’s been. maybe the breeze picked up since he slid down the window earlier. jeremy sighs, returns to his bed, and jams a pillow over his head. the world is drowned out by the foam cushion.
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Then he’s not. It must’ve seen him. He shouldn’t have gone so far out, then. Should’ve stayed home. Inside. In the warmth of something scurries behind him. Getting closer. Toying. Going back and forth. As if it could catch up, leap. Grab. But it had been waiting.
He honestly couldn't tell if he was going away from the sound. It sounded like whatever was out there was all around him. The smell was disgusting. He kept going, too scared to stop, too scared to look back.
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tap tap taptaptap
[💻] [Alex looks down at her bandaged arm. She's NOT letting it in the house.]
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tap taptaptap has to be something out there. Something in the cold dark lonely. Something swings against his window. Long. Thin. Taptaptap. Just a branch. Swaying violently to the glass.
he expects it but never can ignore it. what could be a branch could be a claw could be a knife. syrupy from sleep, he slips off the edge of his bed and treads over to the window. ‘shut up!’ he yells before he looks.
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he’s only running away if he’s getting further from the howling. The shrieking. The grinding of teeth and torn vocal cords. It’s nothing but anger. Loneliness. Sadness. Can you smell it? Sulfur. Smells like sulfur.
Replying to @malinolf
he bolted. He hoped that whatever was out there, he was running away from it.
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@darklydowns . Scratching on his window.
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@__L00MINGDR3AD It’s cold. It’s not fare to keep things to yourself. Warmth. Warm. It’s. So cold.
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