There was something different about him.
Sure, he still laughed and joked and pranked, a lot.
Yet, there was something, and I couldn’t grasp it with my own hands. 189 more words
Tags » Nightmares
I don’t have a lot of nightmares. Lots of unusual, incomprehensible dreams but not nightmares where I could actually feel a sense of dread. There’s just not enough nightmare fuel for anything creepy to popup or it might be that I’m quite immune to these things. 374 more words